Dear… ummm…God,
Tomorrow, I’ll turn twenty-eight. Ugh… The horror… I woke up this morning and I saw lines under my eyes. They weren’t even ‘fine lines’. They were just lines – clear, distinct, identifiable lines. I felt nauseous. The realization that this is the start of my beauty’s decline is just unbearable. My beauty hasn’t even reached its full potential, and now it’s declining? Life is just cruel!
And to think, people tell me I look young for my age… for my profession. In the office, I’m the ‘kiddo’, the ‘baby’. And now I have wrinkles! Jesus Christ! (Umm… your son… crucified… died on the cross? Sorry. Blasphemy.)
Anyway, as you’ve known, I hate my birthdays, I have issues. But… for a change, I choose to be selfishly happy on that day. Never mind that I’m on the extremely frugal side these days, I’m going to do what I want to do and go where I want to go… after going to Eeza’s step-dad’s funeral, that is.
Speaking of funeral, I’m actually looking forward to going. It has a bizarre irony to it – the celebration of both life and death. And someday, I’ll go on and say “you know, I went to a funeral on my birthday once…” and then they’ll go “Really? Why would you do that?”
Anyway, God, just please give me patience and serenity to help me get through the day. A little positive energy aimed at my direction would be of great help. It’s especially gloomy today because it’s been raining profusely (considering it’s supposed to be the height of summer, that’s another irony for you) so depression is lurking around. And a little money to spend would likewise be appreciated. Selfish indulgence does not come cheap, you know.
Respectfully,
Sincerely,
Ana
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