All my birthdays were so bad save for at least one or two. I think it’s the curse of August celebrators. We had to deal with heavy rains, gloomy atmosphere, and a string of other unavoidable BS.
It was raining real hard during my 18th birthday, two years ago I was in Kowloon with some strangers who were recruiting me to be part of their religious group, last year I felt so alone.
This year’s got to be the worst. I got a swollen tooth. I’ve been having my period for two weeks straight. Everybody’s making me feel like I’m the most obese person in the world. I’m broke, discontented and depressed.
I am not ranting now because it’s a fad to do some drama when you reach 25. But I have to guess it’s for real. This quarter life crisis slaps you in the face hard. Real hard.
I am down to my last five hours and most of the people whom I am expecting to greet me did their part. I appreciate their effort. But I am not happy. Not at all.
1 comment:
hey sweetie. i am sorry to hear that. if it's any consolation, i've had my fair share of sucky birthdays too, you know. but i think at this point the last thing you need is to be engulfed in negative energy. try to be happy, babe. despite all the bumps, i'm pretty sure you've still got heaps of things to be thankful for.
happy birthday! xoxoxo
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