Last time I wrote about my birthday was, of course, a year ago. However, last time I was unemployed and going through a rough time. My 24th year wasn’t the best of years, especially when it came to my job. Not that my job is perfect now, but at least I’m earning a decent amount of money (if I ever get paid).
This year, when I got home after spending the day out with my boyfriend, I felt sad for different reasons. I felt sad the year was over. My 25th year was a great year, and I’d like to tell you why, mainly because I want to remember it and since I’ve the memory of a goldfish, writing it down is the best way to do that. Continue reading