Everyone gets to have a story. The one they tell over and over: they tell how they became the success, the better half, the pride of someone's life...
I can tell you stories laced with triumph and glory...Standing tall instead of falling for anything.
I can tell you stories, but I can't connect any together to make THE story to make you believe in me as a success, someone's better half, or the pride of someone's life.
Sadly...I don't have a story. I am 28 years old, on the fast track in a big circle. I am, sadly in the same nook as I was in last year, tucked away telling the same exact story.
The only thing that's changed is no one wants to listen anymore, because at 28...with no success, no better half, or pride to be in someone's life the truth is, no one cares to hear your story.
