It was my birthday on Sunday, and I pretended it wasn't happening. If you're like me, you dread birthdays... if you're not, well, you're like everyone else. I'm a rare breed.

I just find birthdays to be so disappointing. There's usually drama and hurt feelings. So I decided to skip the celebrations and pretend it wasn't my birthday... which led to drama and hurt feelings. So much for my genius plan.
This birthday was just a hard one. I turned 24 and frankly I thought I'd have it together by now. Sure, I've earned a master's degree, become a published writer and written a kick ass thesis {if I do say so myself}, but I'm still waiting for my big break... and I'm loosing faith in myself in the process.
So maybe it would've been a good idea to let someone light a candle and sing the stupid song... but I skipped it this year, and now I feel just as crummy as I do every year after my birthday.
I didn't even let David take me to that movie {which I'm still dying to see!}... How pathetic.
Thanks for letting me rant a bit, friends! I promise to be back to my cheerful self tomorrow...