So I'm 20 today.
No cake. No presents. No balloons.
And that's okay. i'm over it.
Here I am. Exactly where I promised my mom I wouldn't be.
I am 20 years old. A college drop out. Working at a McDonald's drive thru 30 hours a week. 4.00 in my bank account.
I feel like a disappointment. A failure. On top of everything, I have a pair of broken glasses that are killing my head. No money to fix them. Probably for a good while. I'm at the point where I don't know what to do. Yesterday, I ate...a yogurt, some peaches, and an ice cream bar...and a sausage egg and cheese mcmuffin that my old man friend bought me. Today...who knows. I can't ask for help because they are barely making it themselves. I've wracked up over 4,000 dollars in medical bills, 7,000 dollars in loans for school. And I owe Shannon 65 dollars for groceries from a while ago.

But, I have her. And those who say money can buy happiness haen;t lived a day in our shoes. No matter what, when I look at her I get a beaming smile across my face. Through tears and pain, she can still make me laugh like nothing is wrong. Im sure it will be the perfect day, just spending the day together. I'm grateful for our time together. Maybe we can find some superglue later and attempt to fix my glasses.

Eh whatever. It is what it is. And things always get better. I am in love. And happy. Even if it seems like im not. I am an optimist. and that's just how things go. Life is a rough road sometimes. But, it always evens out.

over and out.