So… my birthday is tomorrow. As it looms, I am completely gloomy and apprehensive about what tomorrow will bring. Yes, I said I didn’t want a party because of all the other stuff coming up in the next 5 weeks (Bridal Shower, Cotillion, Baby Shower, Wedding; all happening back-to-back for the next couple Saturdays)… but that didn’t mean I don’t want anything
My take on Birthdays is that it’s the one day of the year that I can be selfish. It’s the one day of the year that I don’t have to feel guilty for having attention and gifts lavished upon me. For the past couple years it’s really sucked. Last year I was out of town visiting my sister and no one did or said anything. I mean, even the people I traveled with barely even said Happy Birthday, let alone get cake.
The year before that I just sat around. No car, I live 50 miles away from school/friends; nothing special happened whatsoever. The year before, I got kicked out of my apartment a couple days before my birthday.
I don’t mean to throw a pity party, but it sucks when the one thing you ask for, that people really only have to pitch in $20/each to get you, isn’t going to come through because someone else is getting married in 5 weeks and all funds/efforts are funneled into that event. Whatever.
I haven’t lost all faith. I really hope that tomorrow proves me wrong. Oh God.


