My birthday was depressing to say the very least. Dismal. It was the beginning of the end a year ago so now it only serves as a mile post of sadness. Like living in your house after it has been bombed out. The shell is still there, and you remember where your stuff was, but now there are just shreds of it left strewn around. Last year I had the best birthday ever.
It's all down hill after 30. I guess they weren't lying.
It's all down hill after 30. I guess they weren't lying.
JULY 2007











