it's the little things
Things are good. But it's the little things that get to me.
I feel very alone.
I'm letting the little things stress me out.
I know that I should be very happy and looking forward to my birthday next week. At this point, I want to say fuck it, and crawl under the covers and cancel celebrating my birthday. When you're a kid you look forward to the presents and the party. Now all I want if to see my friends. I don't care where. Presents are not necessary. But 99% of my friends are too busy. And they don't even have good excuses.