millstones disguised as milestones.
you peer into the room
that doesn't hold the things that you anticipated all your life.
"the years you've wasted."
you're twenty-five, and barely alive.
and this is not the life you thought you'd live.
not the love you thought you'd have.
you're lonely, but you're not alone.
but don't feel bad.
you know it's not your fault.
your parents basically laid the foundation.
the product of a loveless marriage.
it's always been this way.
turn up the bottle and tie another one on