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November 2, 2007
I don't remember the last time I cried myself to sleep. But 7 days before my birthday, I am weeping into my pillow, finding it incredibly hard to stop. Why am I crying? I donít even know why, anymore. It hurts to stop and all I can do is lie there with my shoulders shaking furiously and my eyes streaming with salty tears. Iím tired, frustrated, and I feel like a terrible daughter. I am sad, alone, and unaccomplished. This is not how I pictured myself to be at twenty-five. I am crying, because I am a disappointment to myself.