Now this is the part where I'm suppose to be emo shit about being 25 and being alone. The part where I'm gonna wallow about how my life sucks and how much it sucks to be me. How alone I feel and how much of a disappointment I am to alot of people...but owkey...NO! NOT right now. Because for some odd reason I have not been having the best week of my life (well...its not like I always have the awesomess time of my life when I'm at work you know). It's only Wednesday and I feel like I've already had enough heart attacks. So I hope that the sucktitude has reached its peak. Plus I lack sleep and am in no mood to go into details and re-count the the 3 days. Urgh.
I've been asked several times what my plans are. I have all the desire to mark the "occasion" with booze and happiness and all other things that are so 25-ish. But Oddly enough I'm officially broke and so I would have to wait for next payday to celebrate my birthday.
Anyway...I'm finally logging out in 15 mins. And I'm meeting the boytoy in megamall for an early "extended" (since he's been giving me bday presents and birthday eat outs since last week) birthday shiznit. yay! And I'm excited because I seriously wanna go home now and run away from the freakin phone. Plus I wanna see him and throw tantrums at him. Heh.
We'll see how today ends. I wish to have enough Valium to OD myself and be sane...enough to last me until I finally and glamorously keel over and die of a drug overdose on the eve of my 30th birthday. I kid ya I kid ya...owkey maybe not.
Turning 25 and in a state of destitution— how did life become this harsh?
25 and poor