happy birthday to me

well...it's my birthday. and things couldn't be going worse. what a poopy day. and it's only 1 a.m...that can't be good.

I'm twenty today. not a huge milestone. nothing special really happens when you turn twenty. you're not a teenager anymore, but I stopped considering myself a teenager when I graduated high school. one more year til twenty-one. suh-weet. nothing really special about that either except I can drink legally. but I don't know a time when I've needed to be able to drink legally. illegally usually works just as well.

I'm listening to my roommate ruin her reputation in the next room. she's been out of school almost a year and is definitely still a teenager. my boyfriend is asleep after an argument that left me confused and wanting a cigarette. these walls are so thin. oh life. I'll never understand you.

Not Again

it is the first part of the month...again. ugh. i'm doing bills and crying my eyes out...again. i hate being a grown-up.