so i was sitting outside, the freezing wind making my hands and face burn, smoking a cigarette on my break at work...for some strange reason no one walked by while i was out there...so i was just sitting there thinking...in 6 days i'm gonna be 24...24 and still working part time at a thrift store...24 and still without a college degree...24 and alone...
last yr's birthday, tho not perfect, was still amazing b/c of the little things a certain person did for me and just spending time with him and such...and this year, nothing...i'll be working, just another night at the same shitty thrift store...thats it...
24...ok, so its not such a high number...not to alot of you...but it is to me...24 and basically starting things over...time is passing by too quickly for me to catch my breath it seems...
today i'm 23...yesterday i was a teenager...the day before a small child....i don't want to see what tomorrow brings yet, but i'm barreling headlong into it...
24...heh...
