I’m now 32 years old. Yesterday’s birthday was a very, very hard one to take.
I’m now living alone, for the first time in years. Infer from that what you will.
I’m realizing who my real friends are, something I probably could have figured out a long time ago if I would have opened my eyes.
I’m entering into a period of change that I don’t want — if I could fight it with every bit of my being, I would — but that I know has to happen for my life to keep moving forward.
I’m scared, I’m angry, I’m bitter, and most of all, I’m just completely confused.