I woke up this morning and realized that I turn 26 next month. I know it's not the big 3-0, but that age looms ever closer on the horizon. God, I hate getting old. I keep finding gray hairs patching up, and I think it's gonna be a race as to whther my hair will turn gray or fall out first.
I also found out someone I really don't like that much shot herself over the weekend. She's in ICU right now, but I find myself at war over the ideas of sympathy and indifference.
*sighs and shakes head*