It’s my Birthday in a month… FML.
I am going to gain a year in less than 30 days. To be exact, in 25 days I will turn 25. That is a
fucking quarter of a century. I really am not sure I grasp the complete reality that I am really getting super old. 25 is old. I know one thing though; I am going to cry my eyes out on June 19th. I’ll laugh a lot too, cause my birthday is my absolute favourite day of the year. And then I’ll pray nothing falls off, eat amazing lobster, dance a lot, and drink champagne. My attempt by writing this post is to convince myself that one can really be forever young. I know some of you reading this might be in your 50’s and roll your eyes, or be 14 and not really understand my issue here, but come on, work with me. I used to always say that age didn’t matter in life and relationships, only attitude did. Is that still applicable now that I am an old motherfucker ? My mom always reminds me every year how many babies she had at my age. Honestly mom, do you really think I am ready to have a freaking baby ??? Who are we kidding here. I’m still a baby. Anyway… If you see me around June 19th, give me a hug or something cause I will need it. Getting old is no joke.