I'm kind of having a meltdown over here.
My 25th
birthday is on Monday, and I can't say I'm looking forward to it. My Mom
asked me the other day what was on my birthday list this year, and I
honestly had no idea what I wanted. Except for one thing: the only thing
I really want is to NOT be turning 25.
I'm nowhere
near where I wanted to be at this point in my life, and therefore just
feel like an epic failure. I'm STILL not done with school; I'm eight
years into my fucking bachelor's degree and am actually older than most
of the grad students. I don't have a job. I've applied everywhere, and
no one, not even McDonald's, will call me back. I have absolutely zero
financial independence. My parents pay all my bills, including a
sky-high Visa bill which, no matter how hard I try, just will not go
down. They just bought me a new car. I can't think of anyone more
UNdeserving of a new car than me. I have no idea how to handle money. I
don't know how to cook and can't keep my apartment clean. While friend
after friend gets married, I remain single. I've put on like 20 pounds
in the past year and can't lose it. I've crossed the threshold into
being too fat to dance, because every time I do, it just hurts. I almost
feel like I hate dancing now. I haven't choreographed a musical in two
years and, despite the hiatus, still feel choreographically tapped out.
This is unfortunate because I planned on making this my career, and have
absolutely no idea what I would do instead. I've done absolutely
nothing with my life, and I have no idea where I'm going anymore.
Cheers.
