ANOTHER BIRTHDAY; ANOTHER YEAR GONE BY

I’ve been thinking about my birthday lately. I really don’t want it to happen. It’s probably my least favourite day of the year. If it wasn’t so close, maybe I could trick people into forgetting my ‘special day’.

I just hate how the big lead up to it always sets me up for dissapointment.

Hate how every birthday means I’m another year older – another year I’ve wasted on my pathetic ways of thinking; another year I havn’t been able to get over the past; another year gone by in my screwd up mind. If this time next year I’m still this screwed and unhappy, I will begin to doubt my odds of future sanity. On the other hand – there’s always a chance, and I can do whatever I want with my life.