Twenty nine.
Today's the day. The day that my unofficial timeline has expired. I'd always had a vague plan for how things should go, y'know? Married at 28, house at 30, kids at 32. That was the plan. Well, now I'm 29. With no wife. No romantic interest at all, actually. No job that has the pay and stability to afford a house, next year or ever. Nothing.
I know this depression is a stupid trap that everyone falls into on their birthday. I know I'm a cliche. As always. That's no longer a surprise to me. But, as the old song goes, it's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.
Hopefully next time will be better news.
-SRH
I know this depression is a stupid trap that everyone falls into on their birthday. I know I'm a cliche. As always. That's no longer a surprise to me. But, as the old song goes, it's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.
Hopefully next time will be better news.
-SRH