Another year older and still not where I want to be in life.
Growing up, I'd dream of drawing and painting and writing for a living. Being successful at it and traveling the world because of it.
I'm not even close to having that. At all.
I have to work all the time, I'm worn out every day, and more often than not, I'm unhappy.
So turning 37 today doesn't seem all that exciting to me.
I decided to go home to my family because I didn't want to be alone today.
My mom had gotten me a cake and even though I don't celebrate my birthdays, I see the importance of it to my family, so I fake a smile here and there and go with the flow. It'll be over soon enough.
One day I hope to have a life worth celebrating.
Happy Birthday anyway, dear Dean.