tomorrow's my birthday
the day i more or less have been waiting for
and yet
i don't seem to care anymore
why celebrate something
that comes every year
i guess it's monumental
i'll be of legal age
i can drink... in mexico
i can sign up for dating apps
i can vote
but
why celebrate something
that comes every year
i am working after all
and the day after that
my feet already ache
i can barely stay afloat
and apparently i'm being missed???
so
why celebrate something
that comes every year
hey everyone, apologies for being mia
i've been working multiple days a week since i graduated high school
and i haven't been writing as much
but i wrote this on july sixth, spoiler, the day before my birthday
turning eighteen brought up a bunch of angsty, uncertain feelings and thus this poem was born
anyways,, i hope you like it and i may be uploading other stuff that i wrote prior to my writers block
love, joey
