18 January 2013
Ugh. Today is my birthday, my last one before the really big one. Forty-friggin'-nine. Cuarenta y nueve. Vierzig neun. Quarante neuf. Forty-nine.
And I am alone. Which is preferable to being not alone, but still miserably, terribly, despondently lonely. If I am going to be lonely, I want to suffer by myself. I coupled up because I did not want to be lonely anymore.
Forty-nine. Ugh. I remember seeing my dad as he was turning fifty, and realizing my parents' mortality. Now I am almost there.
Ugh.
Ugh. Today is my birthday, my last one before the really big one. Forty-friggin'-nine. Cuarenta y nueve. Vierzig neun. Quarante neuf. Forty-nine.
And I am alone. Which is preferable to being not alone, but still miserably, terribly, despondently lonely. If I am going to be lonely, I want to suffer by myself. I coupled up because I did not want to be lonely anymore.
Forty-nine. Ugh. I remember seeing my dad as he was turning fifty, and realizing my parents' mortality. Now I am almost there.
Ugh.