Birthday.

Let it be known that today is the last time I intend to 'celebrate' my birthday. As the years have gone on, each birthday seems to make me more and more depressed. It only serves as a reminder for the usually thoughtless parents, and lousy ex-boyfriends, and non-existent friends, and everything shitty about my life in general. I guess on your birthday people are supposed to tell you how thankful they are that you are alive. I mean, that is what this day means, right? All I really want for my birthday is to escape from this life for a while. To forget about all of the shitty things that have happened to me over the years, and maybe just be someone else for once. To go somewhere new... be someone new... just to escape. So yeah.... this is the last one. I never want to even think about this day ever again.