Writing

dear diary,

today is Christmas and I got a new Barbie.

she probably doesn’t like me because

i still haven’t taken her out of the 

last year on my birthday

i wished for a soulmate

i didnt get one

not in the way i thought i would

but i have you

maybe you were what i was wishing for

i know youll always pick me

i blew out the candles

and made a wish

i wished for love

like i always do

but something felt

different

more melancholy

like maybe i wont

get my wish

i have my whole life

My 30th year.

Poor, living in an apartment,

With a childhood friend.

Single,  but that's alright.

Never expected much of a love life, anyway.

Sitting at a desk.

A small apartment.

Peeling wallpaper.

One window.

Hair in a messy ponytail.

Typing on a computer.

Bags under my eyes.

Plants on the windowsill.

I have had so many friends.

Some may say I am lucky

to be surrounded by huge groups.

Always having someone to talk to.

I agree.

I am lucky to have all these people.