So it’s my birthday tomorrow, and although it’s nowhere near as awful as it was last year (and by that I mean I have no one backstabbing me, and I’m not super depressed) I’m still really not looking forward to it. I mean, I’m excited about my brother coming over and buying me a bit of yarn, but my parents aren’t here, my best girlfriend is injured and my fiance and I are arguing. Not to mention we are living in a house filled with people who mostly can’t stand me (and about to be filled with more). So honestly, I kinda just want it to be over. My mom went through all the effort anyway, She should get the presents. I just kinda showed up.
I hate that I feel like this, I should be all excited like I was when I was young. Now I mostly just feel guilty when people give me stuff.
I was gonna spend all day at the cafe, but now I don’t know what’s happening. Maybe we will pop out, get me some yarn, bring it home and I will build a giant fort with it and hide there. That sounds like a plan.