b-day ranting!!
So, as birthdays go, mine was pretty damn shitty. There were only about two or three good parts of my day. So many of my friends weren't at school, I had a horrible headache that lasted throughout the day and came back when I woke up from my nap, couldn't get ahold of my aunt and started crying from constant stress and a shitty b-day. I probably wouldn't have cried if it hadn't been my b-day, but I feel like what is the point? I feel like I'm being a selfish child and I need to quit hoping for the best when it should be expected. 90% of the time I am disappointed. Part of this selfish feeling is because my uncle's mother is in the hospital with pneumonia and some urinary tract problem, and I don't know how bad it actually is, but it is undoubtedly possible she won't live. This is what I came home to, and empty house and a note on the counter, now, my uncle's dad who is also sick is home, but that means nothing. I am starving, and you would think this would be the one night there would be something in the house that I actually wanted to eat. Instead I'll probably end up watching Seinfeld for another hour or two and going to make some microwavable maccaroni if we even have any and go to sleep. I don't know, my day in general has sucked. Renae was the only person who really wished me a good birthday- at all, a few other people did too, but I don't know. But, anyways, I'm 18 now.