Today is my wonderful mother's birthday. She is 37. Today is also my (step) grandpa's birthday.We should all be eating cake and exchanging presents. We should all be telling stories we have heard a thousand times and hearing jokes that we wish we hadn't. We should be picking on each other and laughing our butts off. We should all be happy minus the melancholy of getting older. We should all be together. We are not. This weekend isn't a normal birthday weekend for my family. It is so much worse. Two days from now marks the anniversary of my uncles death. My family is not happy. We are not together. We are sad, apart and alone. And it bloody fucking sucks. This does next statement does not apply to the rest of family's happiness but four days from now is the one year anniversary of my bestfriend's death. This weekend just sucks big-hairy-dirty-herpes-and-aids-infected-wrinkly-old-man balls. I hate August. I hate everything this weekend. I just hate. I want to go to sleep and skip to the 29th but that is not possible for I have to eat, pee, do homework and go to class. I am stuck here; Alone in my unhappiness and unable to skip it. Damn you logic and human anatomy!
And that concludes the end of this whining woe-is-me fest. I hope everyone has a far better weekend than I will be having. I also hope you never have to know the pain of loss and don't think less of me for whining like a little bitch on the internet. Haha, bye my loves. Type you next time.
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