Damn. Almost time for another birthday. I guess everyone knows by now how morbid I get as these things approach.
I'm turning twenty-three in less than two weeks. I'm trying to find things to celebrate and be grateful for. But all of the blessings I've received are wasted on me. I haven't done anything significant or meaningful with the gifts I've been given. It's not that I'm ungrateful for having survived this long. It's that I'm undeserving.
Anyway. That's it for my sad-face-it's-almost-my-birthday-post.