it's my birthday and i'll cry if i want to.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

this is such a hard day. the day of my birth. the last day i ever saw my brother alive 20 years ago. the day that julie's grandmother died. it's filled with painful memories. it's hard to get excited about it.

not to mention that i'm not celebrating in any way. i am working, and then i'll get off work and go home and go to sleep. just another day.

it's hard to celebrate your birthday when there's no party, no cards, no gift, just you.

i know i'm whining about it, but hey, it's my birthday so i can if i want.