But this year, September may turn out to be the worst in my entire life. Not only do I officially clock 25, but I have done nothing that I expected to have done and I have no problems with that which makes me feel like I should be sad. But I’m not. I’m just….
I have no ambitions; I have no plans; I have no desire to be anything beyond what I am.
I listen to sad songs to see if I’m depressed; but nothing works. I’m simply apathetic. Which is sad because I should be happy in my birth month and I’m not. I’m apathetic.
Forgive me September;; this time, I may just have to live like you aren’t happening