It’s my birthday today. I’m 24.
I never planned on living this long. Seriously, I thought I’d die by at least 21. I’ve accomplished everything I set out to do, like support myself and learn to not hate myself.
I’m not really sure where to go from here. How much longer does this life thing keep going? I guess I’ll have to make a new list, maybe get a better paying job and learn to like myself a bit.
Nah, I’ll probably just get drunk instead or something.