Right now sucks. I thank God for how lucky I am to be where I am in my life. But right now sucks and I'm very, very lonely.
In four weeks I'll be 27 years old. I try to think about where I thought I'd be in my life by that point, but I suppose there's not much use to that. I am where I am and, all things considered, I'm very lucky. It's tough to see past the present moment, though. That moment's not too great. What's worst is that it's my fault. Pretty much in every way, it's my fault. Eventually I suppose I'll stop feeling awful. Eventually.
My birthday is in 4 weeks. I'm hoping it's a happy one.
