hawt damn, i'm 25. i don't feel any different. lets recap 24.
no job, ambulance ride, no job, sobriety, grad school rejection, beer mug of box wine, employment, nine months of babysitting drunks, additional er visit, meeting the best boy ever only to have him get engaged less than 5 months we stop hanging. ruining the thing after with the best boy (a better boy) cause emotions suck. unemployment, freak out, running, lots of running, falling, falling down, er again. feeling the infinite potential of the universe. getting that talk(again). pretending to be ok with it. crying to Interpol. lights out.
bah. fml.
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