Today’s my birthday, Pixelated Space. I’m 28yrs old as of somewhere around 3am, I believe. I miss the days when this moment mattered. When you looked forward to the day when you would finally be old enough for something. Old enough to pick your own clothes, old enough for a big girl bike, old enough for..everything. It always seemed like the world was your’s back then. It was your day, no matter who else may have been born on it.

I don’t really care about getting older now. I don’t need to be old enough to do something. After 21, well.. Hell, I was already drinking – alot – by then, so all it meant was I could get it no matter what. Although hardly anyone ever carded me, before or after. That shit doesn’t matter anymore. I just want that feeling back. That the world was mine and I could do anything. Nothing was impossible. Before everyone broke my dreams and tampered with my reality.

I had intended to wax philosophically on the meaning of this day and what it’s become. How I feel about it now, how I felt about it then. How I lie and tell people it’s just another day when somewhere, deep down inside of me there’s a little girl screaming about everyone forgetting about her. I just don’t have it in me, though.

So, I’ll just leave it at this.