35

A friend of mine from high school turned 35. My friend Michelle turns 35 on the 11th and I turn 35 on the 18th.

When I turned 30 it didn't bother me. In fact, I celebrated it. Maybe though it's because I was free of my ex.

But whatever, you know.

I don't even want children, and yet I envy my friends that have had them. At least they can look at their children as something they created. An indelible mark that they existed. Proof that they were here.

What have I done? What will I leave behind?