It's my birthday today.

I don't like birthdays. Most people find this weird that I don't like my birthday but I just don't. For a start it's on a pretty depressing day, Remembrance Day. Not that I have a problem with it, I just wish it wasn't on such a sad day.

Secondly, all stuff like Christmas and birthdays and family get togethers are sad because my mum won't ever be there again. She just about hung on for my sister's birthday last year before she passed away in September. She left my a birthday card for my birthday last year and I just bawled my eyes out.

Today's been pretty bad because I've got some sort of stupid stomach bug flu thing so I've been off school, and honestly, I'd rather be in school doing English assessments than stuck in the house throwing up and feeling like my head's splitting in two. Yeah.

Anyway, today's just been pretty shit.

Lying in bed on my own. Throwing up. On my birthday.

Look, I'm allowed to complain and feel sorry for myself sometimes, alright?
November 11th, 2013 at 06:00pm