I was not going to write a post today. I was not going to write about my birthday. I made it through most of the day before I gave in.
Today was my birthday.
Who would have known.
It was miserable, but what was expected.
My mother was not feeling well.
My father was MIA.
My friends were all busy.
This is my life.
I am so tired of being alone. I am truly alone.
Happy fucking birthday to me.
