i spent my last day as a 28-year-old:

getting three coffees.
upset about the nonsense that is the game of thrones series finale.
helping my boyfriend shave his head.
drinking one of those coffees.
sending off a package with a note.
crying from happiness.
too high for my own good.
crying from pain.
too angry for my own good.
asking for the love that i need.
eating fettuccine and strawberry cheesecake and candied Brussel sprouts.
rushing home to get my wallet so i could pay for my fettuccine and strawberry cheesecake and candied Brussel sprouts.
buying an overpriced shirt at urban outfitters.
not keeping any of the promises i made to myself.
coming, coming, coming.
plucking a gray hair from my temple.

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