Its 5 am and I’m not tired, at all. I wish there was someone to spend this time with, and I’m not sure there is. Someone Who I wasn’t keeping up. Who might want a drink, or to start decorating my room.
Birthday dinner tomorrow. Should be tasty. Lately, I feel like going out and having fun, a lot. But there is no time. Working 5 days a week on a dream that isn’t yours seems … Like a waste of a life.