Well it's happened. 29 years old and living at the parent's house. One year to go before I shrivel up and die as a spinster.
It’s strange being home for my birthday this year. When you’re living away from home birthdays and such feel like such a big deal. Then when you are home, they, well they aren’t as important.
I miss the parties being thrown for me, and tons of people coming to them who are just happy to have an excuse to party.
Ah well, Happy Birthday to me. Spinsterhood here I come!
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