It is my birthday in an hour and a half. I don’t feel excited about that. I’m on the verge of 25. I keep making the same old mistakes. Keep finding the same old situations…
We’re not so different, you and I. I’m just better at hiding it. Maybe I’m being ridiculous, but I still want to be your Manic Pixie Dream Girl. It’d be like the blind leading the blind, sure. It might take longer to get there, we might get things wrong along the way, but it would be fun. Or something like it.
