pleure des larmes de sang

i turn 28 today. for weeks it's felt like a looming death sentence. like the moment the clock struck 12 i'd morph into a fully-fledged adult. no more comics, no more prancing, no more idyllic unemployment, no more fun just mundane bills and responsibilities.
but guess wot, the minute passed and as 12:01 brandished my clock nothing out of the ordinary happened. just perusing online shops fredflare and sephora with my sister. beer hats and nail polishes, pool pretzels and mascaras.
it was a far cry from last year when i cried, tears streaming down my face at the prospect of blowing out 27 candles. i flatly refused. til the candles were reduced to 17. i was in denial. clearly. and might still be.
but wot i know is i've grown.
not up, but grown. 





on friday night, i walked out of the club, 'walked' being the operative word, with dignity.