Silly nothings.

So all of my best friends birthdays are in the summer between May and September and it just reminds me that I'm OLD! Leslie, Kevin, Bunny, Regina - these are my bestest friends. All having birthdays.

Leslie kicked things off by turning 24 on the 5th of May and Bunny will be 22 in two days! These girls are amazing and I'm so happy to help them celebrate there birthdays but it really makes me think, where was I when I was turning 22 and 24? How old am I now? How old am I going to be this year? EEK!

And there there was Kevin and Kyles double birthday 28! And Regina's to come in August also turning 28. These are the kids born in '77 like me. Which means that I too, someday not to far from now will be 28. I have 6 months until then. 6 months and 4 days to be exact. Scary shit. Let me tell you. Where did my youth go? Why does it have to slip away so fast? There were so many things I wanted to do but now it would just seem silly and retarded. Not to mention the fact that I'm older and unfortunately wiser and know the repercusions of things...

And it's not like I hate getting older it's more that I hate the feeling that I'm losing something. My carefree days of being young and worry-free. I already know that my worry-free days have long since left me. I worry about everything now. I look before I leap. I protect myself on the outside and the inside. I think things through sometimes all too well. Shit, I get scared now when I swing too high on the swings at night because I think about how much I weigh and what if the chain broke or the rubber seating gave way under my weight as an adult and I went hurling through the air and got hurt. Sad. Sad to know that 'when we grow up our hearts die'.