Today's my birthday everyone! I'm turning 24!
And I hate it.
~incoming emotional rant which is weird for me here~
I don't tend to enjoy my birthday, but this year has been especially bad. I end up thinking about things I shouldn't and about the year that's passed and usually end up hating myself.
This year it's been so bad I've been super down the whole week, didn't sleep last night cause I didn't want it to come, and started crying this morning when the lovely man in my life tried to give me presents.
At least I'm spending it doing things I like I guess? I laid in bed till 2pm, and now I'm getting ready to go out with my partner.
I always hear about Christmas depression or New Year depression, but I seem to get it on my birthday instead.
So yeah! I can't wait for today (actually more like this week) to be over.
Can I keep telling people I'm 23 please? We'll just forget today happened, okay?