After a crazy day with a lot for me to deal with, I can't wait for the explosion to take place. How I wish I was born 40 years ago...in a place I've never been before. November's fast approaching. My golden birthday is going to be the turning point of my life. I give myself 425 days. All of this is temporary. All of it. Because in the end we die and it works out just fine. It's a horrible feeling to not belong anywhere or to anyone. One day I will find solace in that thought. It will change the day I put a full stop.