Embracing the Ending

Today is my birthday.

The first person to say happy birthday was a guy in Kansas whom I used to talk to when he lived in Lancaster. When I was in 9th grade. It was over facebook chat.
My dad was the 1st to text it.
My mom was the first to scream it and annoy me with it.
And Louie was the first to sing it.. At 10:30 pm.

I got a manicure and pedicure as a present from Cindy at the mall in Lancaster.
I searched the 18+ room of waterbeds n stuff.
I had chicken alfredo for dinner, and panera for lunch.

Twas a pretty dull day though.

I mean, thank you to all who have wished me a happy birthday.
But yeah, not too happy today.

No tattoo unless I get my own job and pay for it. Parents couldn't afford my birthday present today. So they have to get it some other time. My grandma wished me a happy birthday on the wrong day.
2nd best friend couldn't stay with me on my birthday like we planned due to high school exams.
And I have resorted to listening to Mushroomhead. And now I have become infatuated with them and they are in my top 10 favorite bands... They are metal.

But oh well. What did I expect? My birthdays are never actually fun. Or they are fun, then I look back on them, and I realized that it wasn't.

Hookah bar in Athens on Saturday with Cindy and Lance. And hopefully others. But doubtful.
But yes, hookah. I'm excited. Now, all I have to do is wait 3 more years and I'll be completely happy. Sorta.

Also, I found out today that I am a caregiver. A rescuer.
Aka the manipulated one.
More than I am the Needy one.
FML. That's whats wrong.

Think I'm either gonna watch a movie or listen to Mushroomhead, but either way. I'm going to bed now. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear mee. Happy birthday to me..