It's the day after my rainy birthday and it couldn't be more perfect. 95 degree dry heat, clean, cloudy skies- the perfect florida day in beijing.
I think the day I don't cry on my birthday will be the day I'm done growing up. Does anyone else have this problem? It's usually my one time a year I cry, but these past two weeks have been so stressful. Between being taken to the police station and questioned twice, getting "fired," starting a new school, working my ass off, having so little time for myself, and realizing that I don't have much more time to spend with my boy or friends, I'm going nuts. Only 3 more weeks and I'm done with it all. And then the friends will start dropping like flies, one by one, until everyone's gone home except me and my dear and then I'll have to leave... Ah don't think about it!
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