I'm not that old, my 19th is coming up in less than two weeks, and i'm sort of fearing the worst for it. You see, i've had an odd run of shitty birthdays for the last couple years and i don't want to expect too much from this one as well. I mean, i'm living in a new city, away from home and most of my friends, turning legal drinking age in fucking VANCOUVER people! *sigh* and i don't want to get excited about it because i know it's not going to go at all the way i'm wanting it to.
To top it off, it's also my three year anniversary with, well let's call him loverboy for now (to coin Nancy's phrase). But i don't know what we are and i don't know if i'm supposed to celebrate it or not cuz i don't know how he's feeling about it. I dunno...
Stupid birthdays, stupid childish dreaming. I used to love them. I'm the kind of person that makes a big deal out of everyone's birthday that i know... but then mine backfire in my face on me... Gah, i'm ranting, i just really wanted to know from everyone if they celebrate birthdays still, at what point am i supposed to just shut up about it, forget the goodybags and party hats and leave well enough alone.
