Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. Wait! Let me check. . . Nope. Don't own
'em.
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It's my birthday. No one knows it, but it is.
Another year has passed. Another year full of regrets, bad decisions, and missed chances. I'm older and wiser, wiser to the ways of the world. Wiser to the way that no one actually cares if I starve or freeze.
Ok, I lied.
Some people do care. But they can't do anything about it 'cause they're the ones starving and freezing next to me.
Another year of my life gone, another year wasted. And it is a waste. Why give me a whole year to live when I can get everything I did done in about a week? But no, I get a year to drag everything out.
I don't need all this time. I don't want all this time. I mean, what am I going to do with it?
Absolutely nothing.
It makes me sick, knowing that I have all the time in the world to make something of myself, and knowing that I can't.
Another is year gone.
But how many more to I have to go through before the end? How many more times do I have to look back and realize that I did nothing that mattered? It hurts, and every year it hurts a little more because I have one less year to make something of myself.
And then I realize that it doesn't really matter. Because, even with all the time I have, I'll never make something of myself. I was born at the bottom, and I'll stay there. I'm not one of those lucky few who manages to work their way up.
I never did have any luck.
Somehow though, thinking that makes it hurt a little less.
I'm a year closer to achieving nothing.
I'm another year closer to dying.
Happy birthday to me.
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AN: ^_^;; well. . . that came out. . .not cheerful. It's my dog's 13th birthday today, and that's what inspired my story. I love Trixie (my old arthritic dog with separation anxiety) and it makes me sad that she's getting old. *sniff* We've had her since I was three. ;_; Yeah.I did have a newsie in mind when I wrote this. . .see if you can guess who it is ^_~
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It's my birthday. No one knows it, but it is.
Another year has passed. Another year full of regrets, bad decisions, and missed chances. I'm older and wiser, wiser to the ways of the world. Wiser to the way that no one actually cares if I starve or freeze.
Ok, I lied.
Some people do care. But they can't do anything about it 'cause they're the ones starving and freezing next to me.
Another year of my life gone, another year wasted. And it is a waste. Why give me a whole year to live when I can get everything I did done in about a week? But no, I get a year to drag everything out.
I don't need all this time. I don't want all this time. I mean, what am I going to do with it?
Absolutely nothing.
It makes me sick, knowing that I have all the time in the world to make something of myself, and knowing that I can't.
Another is year gone.
But how many more to I have to go through before the end? How many more times do I have to look back and realize that I did nothing that mattered? It hurts, and every year it hurts a little more because I have one less year to make something of myself.
And then I realize that it doesn't really matter. Because, even with all the time I have, I'll never make something of myself. I was born at the bottom, and I'll stay there. I'm not one of those lucky few who manages to work their way up.
I never did have any luck.
Somehow though, thinking that makes it hurt a little less.
I'm a year closer to achieving nothing.
I'm another year closer to dying.
Happy birthday to me.
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AN: ^_^;; well. . . that came out. . .not cheerful. It's my dog's 13th birthday today, and that's what inspired my story. I love Trixie (my old arthritic dog with separation anxiety) and it makes me sad that she's getting old. *sniff* We've had her since I was three. ;_; Yeah.I did have a newsie in mind when I wrote this. . .see if you can guess who it is ^_~