My birthday came and went and I'm still here. Except now, I'm 35. Wondering what I'm supposed to do with my life. The only reason that I am sitting here doing nothing is because I feel like the universe will tell me what to do when it's ready. I'm sure that sounds completely asinine, but that's how it feels.
In the meantime, I have been evaluating certain things. Like being where I am right now. My one follower can't see where I am right now, so I will explain.
I am on the couch in someone else's living room. It's my laptop, but not my couch. My dog is on the floor next to me, but it isn't my floor. I clean it, but it isn't mine. I only have a few things here. But I clean everything. The walls are bare. I have pictures, but I won't put them up, because I don't want retalliation.
The last few days have been filled with thinking over years of bad decisions. This was the last one I will make.
I just wish that someone could learn SOMETHING from me. If he lies, he will ALWAYS lie. It won't ever change. And it means that he doesn't give a crap about you.
I wonder if he has realized that I sent back the Louis Vuitton scarf that he got me for my birthday, yet?
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