Just got a text saying
"30 huh…wow, that’s huge. I spent my 30th drinking tequila in a cabin with my boyfriend, crying the whole time. It’s by far the worst b-day I’ve ever had…."
Which that actually makes me feel better. Finally somebody who understands. I’ve been telling people in the office and stuff that this might be unpleasant… I don’t want any cheering and singing and cup cakes. None of that.
I don’t know that I’ll be able to hold it together. I know I won’t be happy. There’s a reason I’m leaving town. Not hiding out in a cabin, just Bozeman, but still.
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