Ok, my birthday is in 8 days time, ok mine and avery's birthday is 8 days from now, and I have no idea what i'm gonna do. It seems like the 2nd year im barely gonna celebrate my birthday, avery's house not included. But nnonetheless, I am feeling as if its not that much of a big deal, i mean, there's a celebration you have waited for like over a year to happen, you have nearly 20 hours of what you planned to do, then the next day you feel miserable cos you wish that day could last forever and the whole cycle repeats itself.
Wait, what am I saying?? Have I really sunken that low? Ok maybe I have but that can only mean that I need a wake up party 5 times more! Actually this year I feel more inclined to the presents, although knowing that I might only recieve 1 from my pri sch friends, 1 from my mom and 1 cake splatter from church friends (note how I say MIGHT) I can't really say I have much to look forward to for the next 2 or 3 years to come. So yes, I am showing minimal signs of deppression and happiness, coexisting together in ways that only God can understand, for my sanity is growing tired as I pour out this load of crap onto the internet, I think I can survive till I die.
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