The date here is a day late. or half a day late. It's already January 5, and this post shows January 4. It was my cousin's 24th birthday yesterday. It reminds me that I'd also be turning 24 soon.
I keep dreaming that he will propose to me soon. That is, day dreaming. But no matter how exciting that prospect is, I hope I will snap out of it sooner than later. I am sick of waiting, with no assurance. Tired. Anxious. Hopeless.
24. I thought I'd have something GREAT going on in my life right now.
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