Dreading the 2 and the 6

Only 2 more days and I’m officially not 25… see 25 is a good age. It’s not really there and it’s not really here, it’s just in the middle. Now, once I cross that next marker, I think I’m going to burst into tears and wonder what I’ve done with my life. I’m not really at all looking forward to it. I’m in fact hoping it won’t happen and it’s all a dream. I always dream of going back in time to when I was a kid… not a care in the world. Not like today, worrying about work, rent, bills and overall sanity. I wonder what I would be like if my head wasn’t screwed on as tight as it is now. I’m in a bit of a mood at the moment and although I’ve been to the gym the last 2 days, I’m feeling like someone has sucked the joy out of me… I feel like Mr. Doom. Sigh… I wonder if it’s that sugar rush that is finally leaving me… I am beginning to wonder if the Gods are playing tricks on me. Bah! Just let me be!! Oh boy… must be getting nervous about my flight to Singapore plus planning my big move down south… the thought of leaving old and new friends is pretty depressing but I do think that Melbourne might just be what I need to get me ahead in life… Who knows! I will miss the beach though…

Poo… life’s a bitch!