Just Shoot Me.

In a few short minutes, I will have another birthday. I used to think people were lying when they said they hated birthdays, but now I understand. Actually, I've understood for the last few years.

A birthday is simply a glaring reminder that another year has passed, and you have wasted opportunities that were given you. Maybe this will be my year though. Probably not. Sorry if this post is too depressing. I hate birthdays. I hope all my friends will call me and leave stupid messages/wishes of how wonderful they hope my day will be.