i am not sure if it is really summer that i hate, or my birthday. (it was yesterday). i always get depressed this time of year.
i am always alone, and while there is another family birthday the day before mine, the celebration is always for that person, and never for me. my mother’s been dead for 20 years, and still i remember how many times she ignored, or forgot (?) my birthday. my own mother?!
well, i take it upon myself to always do something i want to do (alone) on my birthday, na di made the plans this year as well, but they fell thru. i did a great big fat nothing, but eat a cake that i bought for myself. i think i will go back to bed now. 23 months ago