I turned 29 today. I guess I should be happy. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for every second I've been alive on this here planet...even the regrettable seconds, of which there have been many. It's just that the passage of time gets me kinda melancholy. Maybe I've spent so much time moping around during past birthdays that I've forgotten how to enjoy them. I dunno. Add that to this feeling of foreboding that I've been trying to shake regarding school (I feel things might not go the way I want 'em to, and that I might lose my passion somewhere down the line), I'm kinda messed up inside. Maybe I should just shut the fuck up and be happy. Whatever.