I recently had a birthday. It was a quiet affair. In fact, it was pretty much non existent. Which is just the way I like it.
Its strange. I really freaked out at the prospect of turning 24. It was a big step. 25 is a milestone. 25 should be bigger. But it wasn't.
24 arrived with a bang and kind of just withered away. 25 just seemed to ooze in and fill the vacuum left by my age.
24 was kind of sucky, not much really happened. Except that I was stable, and more independant. And boring. I got abandoned by too many friends. It doesn't even hurt when that happens anymore. I'm kind of used to it,
Still, nothing will be as bad as 22. 23 was a relief. I wonder what 25 will bring.