So..
I'll be 27 on sunday.
Not as freaked out as I thought I would be.
My life seems to be going absolutely nowhere, but I have hopes that will change soon.
Gotta have hope, right? (hahaha!!!!)
I remember when birthdays was something I looked forward to for months.
Now, its pretty much a chore.
I *really* tried to make it pleasant for myself this year, but obligations to family got in the way of that. (again)
I just dont get why they insist on celebrating me when all they do is bitch and critizise me instead of trying to make it a nice day.
It would be less painful for everyone to just leave it alone, since apparently I lead my life in such a way as to cause as much pain as possible to everyone related to me. (on purpose, of course. oh yes. my life is not complete unless they are disapointed in me)
Why cant they just be happy for me?
Because I am really happy living like this. (no, really!! I'm not brainwashed or anything!)
Fuck it!
I am going to go dye my hair the brightest pink I can (cause it makes me HAPPY, not to hurt them.).
They will bitch.
I wont care.
I might even tell them to sod off, for the first time ever.
Cause its my life, my loved ones, and MY BLOODY HAIR!
so there.
(no way this can go wrong, huh?)
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