Tomorrow 

Is my birthday. I’m considering a move. A job change. A life change. I’m a love addict. I’m wanting a fresh start. Just a do-over.

I’m sitting in a restaurant analyzing the freshness of their produce because my company supplies it. My God, I’m old.

I realize friends ask if you made it home safely. So does family.

I realize I also seem flighty, bipolar, weird. I am. 

But I’m human and it’s taken me awhile to be okay with this. 

I’m sitting in a restaurant still hungry and all alone. 

I guess it’s time I admit I’m not as pretty as I believed I was, am. I’m not that attractive. I’m not worth walking up to. I’m not worth talking to, getting to know…

Now you know why people commit suicide. I’ve known. 

About bourbonbreathmom

No words can describe me;)
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