Insomniacs internet-wide,
It is as if my heart is no longer the shape of two swans kissing, but of a question mark. My birthday lack of mirth has caused me to sink into an even deeper funk.
As all of you know, I take Facebook very seriously. I view wall postings as a sign of respect, admiration, friendship, and most of all, real, tangible love. However, I looked at my birthday postings, and realized that I only received 36 wall postings for my birthday. That's less than 10% of my FB friends (373 and counting)! What am I to make of this catastrophe? That less than 10% of my friends, nay, ACQUAINTANCES care for me the way I care for them?
All of this has thrown me for a loop. It makes me wonder if being 26 is just twice as worse as being 13. "13 going on 30" has a whole new meaning for me now. Like a lone raindrop struggling to get to the bottom of a window pane, a single tear resides on my rosy cheek. 26 is not . . . .
Cherish the Pain, Tim. It reminds you that you're alive.
Confused, sad, and wanting someone warm by my bedside (G),
Tim
PS I am SO cheesed about the Bachelor!!!!!!!
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