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As excited as I should be about my 21st birthday, it has occured to me that being 21 is only as endearing as how many friends you have to share the ocasion with. As for me, I have none. Moving out here to Orlando was one of the coolest decisions i've ever made and I wont ever deny that but fuck man! I seriously miss my bffls. One of my biffles is prego and about to burst and where am i? Oh yea! Out here 300 miles away being yelled out for the lack of income I bring into the house. Sorry for chasing my dream and doing what you told me to do. Its like sometimes I feel as though nothing I do will ever be enough. As hard as I bust my ass at work, I cant help but feel like im only ever creeping up the respect gaining ladder centimeter by centimeter. How can I move forward? So now here I am once again on the search for another job to pick up the slack till my main job takes off. I just keep asking myself, will it ever take off? Will i continue to be stuck in this little oasis of never ending satisfaction. ::sigh:: I miss my mom. She always seems to keep me in check. Shit, any adult figure would work at this point. God knows I aint even close. Well in case I never get around to it...happy birthday Valerie. Here's to another year closer to being what you hate.