Birthday fun
On the eve of my twentieth birthday, I am sitting at home watching Bones and played Bejeweled. My “best friend” blew me off last night. We were supposed to go out to celebrate. The same thing with another friend happened exactly one year ago. I’m seriously sick of this shit. I’m sick of these shitty people. I don’t even care what happens on my birthday; nothing great could possibly happen. I’m just ready to get through these next two days, start work, and then start summer classes so I can keep myself busy and avoid interaction with so-called “friends”. Everything feels so pointless right now and it is sickening to feel so invisible to everyone. Fuck. This.
