I've been thinking some about my birthday, since it is over a month away, and I feel it is appropriate. I have kind of a weird relationship with my birthday because its just a day, and I don't want to be the annoying girl who wears a crown all day, but also, if things start to go wrong on my birthday I'm like, "woah, not allowed. Today belongs to me".
I can't even remember the best birthdays I've had, only the ones that have been slightly subpar. I mean, I ca remember great parties, but in terms of the real day I can only recall the mild disappointments. One time an elementary school my tyrant of a teacher made me clean some paint off the wall that I hadn't even spilled. What up with that? One time, my dad took me out for dinner, and I got spaghetti, but I became very full very quickly and was too embarrassed to get a doggy bag. One time I was on my period and that sucked.
This year is an important year, and as half my friend's and potentially my bf will not be in the same city as me, it promises to be another failure-filled day. Free booze and compliments are all well and good, except when there is no one around to provide you with these things but your mother. Don't get me wrong, I love my mum but satisfying my constant need for alcohol and attention is a tall order for one person alone.
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