December 30, 2014
Twenty-six
It's not yet noon and I'm already crying on my birthday. Have I really grown so sensitive? Nothing ill was meant. If it were any other day would I even care?
At least I'm not pregnant.
I wish I was better at taking control of my life. What am I doing besides rotting away? What have I to show?
Hopefully 26 will change all this.
scullerymaid at 11:52 a.m.