I can't stop thinking about my upcoming birthday. It has been a very bad year, and not being a teen anymore is going to make it worse.
The number is just haunting me.
20. 20? 20!
The gloomy mood has been around for a while, and doesn't look like it's going away anytime soon. The weather though has been unbelievably amazing, it's cloudy, cold and pretty. I'm surprised how winter has arrived very early this year; November is usually not that winter-y. I'd like to think of it as God's way of cheering me up, not that I could come up with one reason of why He'd want to do that.
I'm hoping my friends would absolutely forget about it this year. The fact that it's going to be on the night of a very important mid-term exam might help.
20
I wonder ...
