Just 81 more days..
And I will be twenty one.
[ May 18 is my birthday. I wouldn’t want to count 81 days either. ]
It may be the rain,
it may be more than that,
but I don’t like my life right now.
I want to be happy.
I want to be loved.
I want to have purpose.
I want to make a difference.
I want so much more.
So much.
