Do birthday ever stop being the reminder of what you haven’t got.
I don’t mean present I mean more than that.
Another year slips by and what do we have to show for it?
This is a question I have ask my self a number of times not just today but throughout this last week.
So far I’m not liking the answers. I’m not liking the evidence before me as I delay my return home, alone, this evening . I find my self driving along a long road tears rolling down my face as the thought of walking through the door sends shivers down my spine.
Is it too much to want to have a reason to go home?
Surely this is what everyone wants.
So once again I find my self uttering those words “I’d never imagined my life like this at this age”. Childless and empty. People who are friends not really wanting to be with you but doing so out of pitty. To be honest I’d really rather they didn’t bother.
So here’s to another year… Of what exactly I’ve no idea. And quite frankly if last year is anything to go by I think I’m probably better off not knowing.