Worst fucking birthday ever. My family's the only people who remember (my brother called with a hangover), my mom spent half an hour bitching me out, and not a single friend in the area even texted me to say happy birthday. My day was beyond mundane and horribly boring. I got money (not that I'm complaining, but not a single solitary dollar will go towards a fun thing for me, unless you consider 'paying bills and rent' fun) but not a single present. And to top it all off, I was in a sour mood all day, I didn't get laid, and now I can't sleep and I can't stop crying.
Fucking A, forgive me for being emo, but I hate being 24.
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iyoichi) wrote,
quixotic
