Happy birthday to me...happy...oh forget it. I stopped liking birthdays when I was in high school.
For three years in a row someone close to me died every February 24th or close to it. Set a bad precedents. There have been times when I would get nightmares the weeks leading to my birthday. I wouldn't answer phones...I just didn't want to hear it. As the years start piling up then it all gets super depressing.
Okay so maybe I am being a bit of a brat about it all.
I'm just not your party girl type. Getting older is better then the alternative...I keep telling myself.