Today is my mother’s birthday, I would tell her happy birthday on the phone but she’s only made me feel more alone. In four days, I’ll be twenty. I’m surprised, I’ve been able to survive.
Asides from birthdays, classes have been over since April 1st and I have my first exam on the fourteenth until the twentieth. Am I stressed? I really should be. But lately, I don’t give a damn and I’m not sure if I’m in love, or I’m just enjoying time as it goes by with my Gabe.
I’m also moving downtown in two and half weeks, hopefully I survive and I’ll be able to afford it. If not, than damn. It’ll be one brutal year I suppose.
That’s all I feel like saying, until next time.