I am writing to you in bed। It is awful to think that tomorrow I shall be another one year older। I am dreading. It is dreadful to be as old as that. I hate getting old………
I am old, futile, and pointless and letter less. I’ve no letters, cards ----there may be a post letter and I am putting all my faith in that. Nobody has even wished me happy returns of the day. And you needn’t have worried about people giving me a present because, doesn’t nor going to give me a present. You must think I want people to give me present but I honestly don’t. Only I am afraid rather childishly and perhaps sloppily. I like to be wished many returns of the day but shan’t ever again because after today I want my birthday forgotten because I am getting old.
I am old, futile, and pointless and letter less. I’ve no letters, cards ----there may be a post letter and I am putting all my faith in that. Nobody has even wished me happy returns of the day. And you needn’t have worried about people giving me a present because, doesn’t nor going to give me a present. You must think I want people to give me present but I honestly don’t. Only I am afraid rather childishly and perhaps sloppily. I like to be wished many returns of the day but shan’t ever again because after today I want my birthday forgotten because I am getting old.
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How old ARE you? Happy birthday, regardless of how you feel about it.
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