On This Most Blessed Of Days

[heliosdied]

So my birthday is the day after tomorrow. For some reason I always feel kinda down around my birthday. Like it's a constant reminder that one year later I still don't like who I am. Wasted days, hours spent wishing, hoping, naively procrastinating. Everyday I fool myself into thinking I've grown up a little more and become a better, stronger, more matured person.

Then my birthday cards come, every one of them little self-evaluation cards, every one of them little mocking reminders that I am not what I make myself out to be.

I'm just being honest right now. I don't want fucking sympathy.

Happy birthday to me.