I just turned 25.
A quarter of a century old.
Wow. Or not.
I guess hoping for some life- altering epiphany was overly optimistic.
Things feel just as mundane and lack luster.
Am I suffering the disease that plagues my generation?
That insatiable desire for something different, something special.
Nothing is ever enough.
Feeling alive only comes with chasing the very next high.
I wonder what mine is.
Everything after you falls short of expectation.
I seem to have become exceedingly accustom to disappointment.
Kinda numb to it really.
It's terrible.
I wonder how much more time I will need before things change.
With the passing of my birthday, it brings forth the coming of yours.
Since I lack the courage to say it anywhere else.
Hopefully this will do.
I'll always be around if you need me.
Happy Birthday.
It's been really long but seeing how my 25th birthday is impending.
Seems fitting that I will post something.
I'm a little high and off, hopefully I won't regret this post.
There is this one recurring thought I keep having,
Its how much I really hate how every place and any situation can remind me of you.
I'm absolutely mortified at all the time I've wasted on feelings that can lead nowhere.