Monday, October 04, 2004
Couldn't go to work yesterday morning. I was so sick, I could hardly stand up. I did manage to make it to the phone to call Perkins, but then I had to stumble back to my bed to avoid either passing out or killing myself tripping over something. Ended up sleeping nearly all day, and in the late afternoon I was able to clean off my bed. Now I just have to finish the rest of my room. And wash some clothes....
I'm getting the feeling that my birthday is going to suck. Don't know what I want, and I know my grandparents are going to want to get me something. Why can't anyone understand that money, or even just a card, is good enough? I don't get you people, I can't just think up something random to ask for.
It's been four years since I've had a party. Don't know if I want one, I'm too used to celebrating alone. I guess that's what I'll be for my seventeenth birthday. All alone, even with my family around me.
You're supposed to be happy on your birthday, but I don't exactly fit into the mold.
I'm getting the feeling that my birthday is going to suck. Don't know what I want, and I know my grandparents are going to want to get me something. Why can't anyone understand that money, or even just a card, is good enough? I don't get you people, I can't just think up something random to ask for.
It's been four years since I've had a party. Don't know if I want one, I'm too used to celebrating alone. I guess that's what I'll be for my seventeenth birthday. All alone, even with my family around me.
You're supposed to be happy on your birthday, but I don't exactly fit into the mold.
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