That's me. I'm the jackass. Seriously. I do not like myself right now. You know how people wish you happy birthday on Facebook, and it's so nice and genuine? Well, I find myself wondering why so and so didn't wish me happy birthday. I mean clearly 72 messages weren't enough. And that doesn't even include the many texts, calls, emails and face-to-face wishes I received. So why do I care that a few if my friends didn't post a message?
I really feel so silly. I faked a lot of happiness today. Some moments were completely genuine, but today didn't really feel like my birthday. I didn't have that carefree air about me that I've become accustomed to over the years. I'm miserable. And if I could, I would slap myself or grab me by the shoulders and scream in my face, what is wrong with you??
I keep making resolutions to change; to be positive and not let small setbacks weigh me down. But, I always let those little annoyances get the best of me. I never dreamed I would spend the final minutes of my 33rd birthday crying myself to sleep.
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