I’m turning 25. in a day. And I’m not happy about it. I wish I did more. I wish I didn’t spend so much time on worthless dreams. I wish I didn’t spend so much time day dreaming about my future. Being 25 just makes me want to break down. I’ve watched others get opportunities that I have tried so hard to have. And I’ll keep working towards my dreams even if takes me 25 more years to get there.
Someone fix up my motorcycle for me for my birthday day.