thirtieth ninth of november
Things have been like a clock ticking, a countdown to the day I turn thirty. The ritual is that I'm gonna write things down one day before or during the first seconds and minutes and hours after the midnight, this time it is a huge deal, like a really big deal. This is the birthday that I've been waiting for to finally technically become very old. Ideally I've been meaning to set the positive tone on this one but lately things have been rough and I don't know when it'll get better. To begin with, how to tell my mom I'm not dreaming of getting married anymore? I don't deserve love. And I can't afford marriage. Thirty. I can't believe I'm saying this out loud, or in this case it's probably more like writing out loud. That's funny. That's a good one, right? Well, if you really think about it and get what the joke is all about. Well, anyways, I think what I'm trying to say is that I'm finally thirty and it is about time to admit t...