27 days before 27
Naabutan ako ng March na gising. Hello, March. I normally hate you. But this time, I'll try not to. I'm trying to embrace the positive side of things, so there.
In 27 days, I will turn 27. I hated it when I turned 25. And didn't give a damn when I turned 26 last year. When I'm thinking about it now, so far, I won't even mind if 28th comes and I'm be alone.
Getting old reminds me of dreams unfulfilled, goals unachieved, and lesser and lesser time to spend on this world. I want to turn that thinking around.
In 27 days, I will turn 27. I hated it when I turned 25. And didn't give a damn when I turned 26 last year. When I'm thinking about it now, so far, I won't even mind if 28th comes and I'm be alone.
Getting old reminds me of dreams unfulfilled, goals unachieved, and lesser and lesser time to spend on this world. I want to turn that thinking around.
