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I turned 29 two days ago. Twenty fucking nine. And as of yet, no change. At about 21, birthdays just about started to lose meaning. I guess next year maybe it will be another milestone but as of now the past 8 years have just kind of blurred together.
It's almost nearly been 6 weeks since my last entry but I'm not out yet. I'm just barely hanging onto the idea of this journal lately but I'm not quite ready to give up.
In three days, Ashley and I will be celebrating six months. I've grown to hate her answering machine over the past couple of months. Although sometimes it's nice to know I can call whenever if I just need to hear her voice. We really are hopeless sometimes but when we come together I know it's right. It's something you can just feel. Come hell or high water I will be with her on the 28th. It's one promise I fully intend on keeping.
It's almost nearly been 6 weeks since my last entry but I'm not out yet. I'm just barely hanging onto the idea of this journal lately but I'm not quite ready to give up.
In three days, Ashley and I will be celebrating six months. I've grown to hate her answering machine over the past couple of months. Although sometimes it's nice to know I can call whenever if I just need to hear her voice. We really are hopeless sometimes but when we come together I know it's right. It's something you can just feel. Come hell or high water I will be with her on the 28th. It's one promise I fully intend on keeping.