Today, I am 21. I should be excited. I was really excited leading up to today. Every birthday at UConn has provoked unexplainable emotion. I don’t know why I get sad. I can’t explain why I want to cry.
I’ll be excited later at three. My friends and I are going to linner at three. My friends from home are coming at five. We’re having a huge party at my apartment at 9:30.
What is wrong with me?
Well, I guess now I can legally drown these sorrows in booze…
