Birthdays

This morning I will have apple pie for breakfast. I don't care, it's the last day that I'm twenty so I'm going to act childish. I should probably be more excited for tomorrow. I should be texting friends and planning drinks and bars and outfits. But here, there are no friends, so I sigh and wait as the minutes tick by.
Instead of thinking about the relentlessness of time, I'm going to have apple pie.
Bring it, time.