My frustration is showing today.
Having to return to the bank three times to have them correct an error and being sat next to a group of people who feel the need to scream across the breakfast table has me retreating into my room.
Tomorrow is my birthday; and I'm not sure that doesn't play into my foul mood. While I spent years hanging onto my youth, I'm resigned to my age at this point. It truly is just a number, and what's going to come is going to come...I just don't feel the need to fight it anymore. The number doesn't change the music I like, political or social views, or the people I hang out with.
That's it, short and not so sweet today - love you all!
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