Well today marks, hold on. *looks at date* Okay I'm good.
Well today marks my unofficial official birthday. (It will be official at 6-something tonight.) I wrote something last year about one of my birthdays. I'm too lazy to look for it, so I'll just say: I hate my birthday. It was never a fun time for me. It's now a constant reminder about the lack of accomplishments in my life. Hell I don't think I've said happy birthday to anyone in my family in the last 2 years. I just forget about them. All the days are running together now.
Also, I tried to open a bag of something...I forgot what they were. I do remember that I struggled opening it. What the hell? Is this how it's going to be? I don't know if I'm ready for this. I think I'm just getting weaker from only eating once a day. That's what I'm going with.
Anyway that's it and everyone have a fun day/night depending on when you read this. Oh by the way, I'll be 32. That's old, right?