nothing but a number

i have recently taken to feeling old.

am i really almost twenty?
did i really graduate almost a year ago?
did i really get summoned for jury duty the other day?



i once knew somebody really well,
and she once told me of how she imagined me in the future:

that i would be a chain smoking,
lonely, urban dwelling,
workaholic, cosmopolitan
bitch.

and i see that slowly coming to fruition.