i feel like such a child for crying over something so small as my birthday. in all honestly i dont blame them they didn't get enough time to book it off but the other half you can at least have the courtesy to reply. it's just dumb.
i really hope no one planned me a surprise party because then i will punch you in the gut for making me cry and thinking no one wants to spend time with me on my birthday.
and the fucking messed up thing is these are real tears, cause i'm not pmsing...i think it was just the last straw. the pressures of school, having my credit car at 1,200 and my account with less than 100 bucks in it, plus figuring out if im supposed to move out of bc or stay, to continue my studies or to just get up leave and travel the world. just so many things i've been trying to push aside and not get overwhelmed with- then this little incident occurs and i'm a hot mess. i despise it with every bit of me. so done. just done. i want to be in the middle of nowhere alone. just with god, nature, fresh air, canvases/wooden panels galore and jars of paint. cause this point of my life sucks.
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