birthday eve.

It’s my birthday eve and I don’t know how to take it.

Laugh or Cry. Sigh or Sing. I’m almost 25 and I didn’t die.

I don’t know how I made it this far. Where I choose to

Place myself in the realm of life, others like me haven’t

Made it this far. Hence why I don’t know how to feel.

Should I be happy? This is a long time and more to come.

But the others, they didn’t make it, should I still feel for them?

Twenty Whole Five is a weird number to me. Sounds like a

Place where laundry is folded, and dinner is served.

Don’t take my mac n cheese and beer away. I will still be the

Weird, old me. I just don’t know how to feel on the outside,

About this one.