trishyrishyroo

i had an up and down birthday.

i am having issues with my boring life..... it makes me melodramatic... which is heightened by the emotionalism of my birth - which happens EVERY year.
i HATE my birthday. i love celebrating other's births! but my own - it's a downer! somehow it always manages to prove to me how unimportant i am to others who are important to me. meh.
this year in some ways was better, but i'm a fucked up girl and it is still horrible by this time - 1:29 am the next day - after the afterbirth of the celebration that my bf conjured up for me as an afterthought was finished.
i don't know.
i had a good night -goodfooddrinkmovie. and then ruined it.

i'm just stupid. that's all.

fuck celebrations of me. "why?" i ask you.



why?

for seriousness though. don't be a dumbass we are all just as useless as the next of us. if someone makes a difference to me i'll show it (especially on their day of birth) - but the most of us. wow. how much do we waste life on a scale of 1 - 10? i'll say 8.9?



sorry for the pessimism. didn't i say earlier in this blog, and i quote, "i'm just stupid. that's all. ?"






grrrrr tired sad birthdays make for a retarded me! +