When I was 29 I learned that my friend was more an enemy than an ally. I pushed her away before I had to deal with heartbreak.
When I was 29 I graduated from College. Then I had to face reality of being a grown-up.
When I was 29 I realized that no matter how much I tried my father would never care. I should have learned that at 28.
When I was 29 a little person came to my life. He was bubbly, cute and innocent. Little did he know he was the reason I was still alive.
When I was 29 life taught me to handle things on my own, even when I could count on someone else, my decision were only mine and no one would understand them but me.
When I was 29 I made a choice; just stay a little longer, just be a little stronger.
When I was 29 I learned not to curse every morning and ask "why am I still alive?" but to see every minute as a challenge.
When I was 29...I learned to survive, to conquer, to make my own choices, to be strong.
