They spent the whole day talking to me- some were even a little bit cunt-like- and they still didn’t remember, even some of my close friends. Most of them remembered during the last period, but it’s understandable- I don’t like balloons or the singing of the birthday song. I wanted cash and candles, short and simple. Attracting attention for something as trivial as being born isn’t my thing, but I kinda still wanted a “happy birthday” from the important people in my life.

On a brighter note, I’ve gotten 230 dollars from my aunt, grandma, and my parents. I’m missing a couple other prime family members, some of whom always hand me nice, crisp 50 or 100 dollar bills. Oh the joy of having money !

I survived another year.

I despise jewelry, I don’t know how to dress myself, I can paint the nails on my right hand better than my left, piercings turn me off, and so do tattoos. I may enjoy art galleries and I may enjoy libraries, but sometimes I go completely mental at raves. I’ve known what I wanted to do with my life since I was four, I very well might be OCD, my eyelashes get stuck at the ends together a lot, I barely wear makeup because I don’t know how, I’m not sure whether I love my boyfriend or not. I have more insecurities than I can count, I don’t have any friends, I’m a terrible drunk, I really hate the smell of cinnamon. I’ve had six terrible birthdays in a row, my dog gives great advice, I have an overbite, I’m afraid of not being accepted into college, and I’m an insomniac. 

Ma’ baby.

Everything looks and feels exactly the same as it did when I was fifteen. No, today actually feels just like any other Sunday morning: I have homework that needs to be completed which we all know I won’t get around to, my hair is still a hot mess, and I can hear people shuffling all over the house. I had already accepted that I wouldn’t wake up and look like those girls in their early twenties who play sixteen in all the movies, but I was expecting to feel a little, idunno, older? Maybe that’ll all change when these people get here.

1. I’m not excited about Sunday in the least.

1. :}
2. D:

Reminds me of Henry’s birthday today. :D

(Source: controlled-craze)