Blows Out the Unlited Candles

I never liked birthdays. I think it may be because it makes my loneliness more poignant, thinking that when I wake up there is someone to spend my day with. But everyone is off doing their own thing, which is realistic; I can't expect everyone to drop everything for me. It's a lesson I have to learn every year; after all, it isn't like I drop everything to spend time with everyone when it's their birthday.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 20 years~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Woofreakinghoo!

Why is that the ones that I give a part myself to never remember my birthday?
What's so great about birthdays when the person who gave you this day isn't alive to spend it with you?
What's so great about birthdays.

Oh fuck. This entry came off more depressing than I intended. I'll post another entry when I"m in a cheerier mood.