At 27

I'm 27. Already 27. This feeling is not good, especially when you have nothing to look forward to as you get older. Older, more responsibilities, more things to fight against this world, more lonesome because everyone else is so preoccupied with their own lives to bother about you, literally.

This year, I could count with my 2 hands, the number of people who wished me Happy Birthday. It's a realization, that as you get older, you start losing people around you. You start being lonely, lonesome and unwanted. It's a phase, it's a stage that is unavoidable.

But it is also at times like this, some people step up to make your day better. They become more valued because they make you feel valued. I don't know how long will this last, but I will make the effort to make it last.