So I suppose I'm another year older, and should be excited because it's my birthday. Well, I'm not. While I'm still kind of childish, and like the idea of presents, and people wishing me well, I'm getting older, and my life isn't really moving anywhere. I always expected that by the time I was 27 I'd be married with at least a couple kids. I'm nowhere near that. It doesn't even come up as a blip on my horizon.
It's difficult for me. That which I desire the most is the one thing that I seem not to be able to achieve. I'm 27 years old. I have a good job. I own my own home. I'm healthy, and not unattractive. I'm so alone.
Good friends are amazing to have. I wound up spending the evening with friends and their daughter, and went to bed that night with a smile on my face.
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