getting older and getting steadily colder. the fun seems to get more scarce as each second passes by. will I end up one of those sad old ladies, bitter and alone? will I have cats instead of children, and paper instead of someone to talk to? will I share my life with no one fully, but be eager to talk to anyone who will listen? or will I wake up one day wondering where my life has gone? wake up to three screaming kids and a husband I don't even remember loving. watching late night tv just so he's asleep by the time I go to bed. will I be a hypocrite? will I forget I ever knew how to live? time is just too cruel for words...