It is life.

If you think about it, age is just a number. I am the same person I was yesterday, although my ID now tells a different story. I am still the person who asked for a vegan burguer at a non vegan place. The same person that got home with tears in her eyes after a 8 hour shift a work with a massive headache and, even worse, a incredible strong heartache. Still the person that laughed for 2 hours straight because of a silly joke that made no sense to anyone else. I am still the same who begged for your love at 13 naive years old.

I’m not changing because the clock turned from 11:59 to 00:00.

But I might change when the clock turns 03:27 to 03:28 in 3 weeks because someone will complimment my hair when I am having a bad day so I’ll actually start to believe things can be good. I might change when another door closes in my face and I need to deal with rejection again. I might look back 5 years from now and realize I am not the same.

But not because of a two digit number.

I’m lonely and I’m tired and I don’t feel my best. I complete another year of living and all I want to do is sleep.