Happy Day Of Birth To Sarcastic Narcissist

Happy Holy-Crap-You-Actually-Made-It-Through-19-Years-Of-Life to me.

I really don’t want to sound bitter, and all of that — because it is my birthday, it’s the one day I should be happy for no reason, just because it’s my special day sort of thing. But so far, the day just has not gone over well. It’s only 6AM, but I hardly got any sleep last night. It’s too hot. Even with the fan on. So I’ve reduced myself to taking meds again just so I’m able to sleep a bit. All of my “Friends” (you know, the ones who were just jumping over cars to see me when I visited home last month), are back home… and I’m up here. Sure, I’ve got some people to spend the day with here — but  it’s not the same.

My boyfriend is determined to make my day a good one. I’ve got a surprise in store later, and he says he’s going to be getting me some nice flowers as well. So maybe that’ll cheer me up. I’ve honestly never been with a guy who was nice enough to give me flowers (… even though I’ve constantly expressed interest in getting them before. >_>)

Then he’s taking me out to supper at this pub with good food and booze (which I can legally buy now). Should be interesting.

I really am trying to make the best of today — but it seems like I’ve got this block that prevents me from actually being happy about it, even though I really, want to be.

After all, I didn’t think I’d make it to see 17, let alone 19.