who knows, maybe i’ll cry in my room or perhaps in the bathroom after cutting the cake… maybe i’ll drive around my hometown and notice how different the view looks compared to when i was five, is the view at 25 more beautiful or is it dreadfully filled with a sense of nostalgia i’ll forever be chasing after? wednesday’s child is full of woe.
you know what, i’m tired of crying on my birthday being a bad thing. i’m going to make it a good thing TODAY! how lucky am i to have a life worth crying over! to be alive at all! i will not have the joy of this birthday be clouded by me inevitably crying like i always do. it is barely midnight, and i already have! and it’s all going to be just fine.
i’ve done it.
i’ve managed to stress myself out over figuring out how to spend mine this year… realized how little i know the people that are closest to me at this moment
(been living in a new city for 1yr) seems like i rather spend it alone than with people i don’t feel that close with… but i know i will be lonely and !maybe! regret it…?
but perhaps i’ll b happier? i always get emotional during this time:
when i realize i’m growing and getting older
