It's been quite some time since I've posted in this journal. Unfortunately, this entry won't be any better than the last. As sad as that is to say.
Today is my Birthday. And it has been by far one of the worst one's yet. For so many different reasons today was not a good one. While normally I'd just consider this another day, it still is supposed to have some special meaning. A day where I shouldn't have to deal with bullshit, drama, or any nuance one normally would. This entry is about family events, family drama, a birthday soaked in bullshit. So many different things.
For starters, I haven't had a normal sleep schedule in a little bit, maybe a week or so? But it always makes a full circle on its own. Well, that is until certain persons decides they don't like that and force me to get up at 6pm for the last 3 days. Effectively keeping me in this shitty sleep cycle under the pretense of helping it get back to normal. So I was already tired from not being able to want to sleep until much later in the morning/noon. Another wonderful thing I had to deal with is a supposed "Birthday" text from my Dad's recently ex- girlfriend. The message starting off with a happy birthday as all texts usually go, but then slowly fades into the subject of her and my dad's life. How HE has a problem and how HE is struggling with it. Yet the one who has worse problems, in my opinion, is the one texting me at ******** 8 in the god damned morning. Not only that, but my sister decides to chime in on that topic after I didn't even ask about his supposed problem. It's not like I just wanted to reply to the ex-gf and be done with it so I can go about my merry way and onto a birthday event. Nope. That's not allowed sir. Please involve yourself in this huge pile or horse s**t that potentially ruins any kind of special day such as this one.
This next part might sound childish, but since those two are moving back near us, they were going to be here for my "Birthday" but now because of that, I don't get my usual steak. Which is typically my meal of choice for special events. Nope, I get chicken cause it's easier. It's not like that's the main thing I eat all the time. Not at all. I totally want to just have the normal s**t on a day like this. And it's not even fried like the good stuff. It's baked. Which typically becomes soggy if not done a certain way which it turned out that way.
So I've had little sleep, a shitty morning, bullshit on the side of horse s**t, and to top it off I don't even get a special meal other than a cake I didn't ask for. I like Red Velvet, but she refuses to make it for some god awful reason. Which brings us back here. On Gaia. Ranting and Raving about a Birthday Gone Wrong. Sitting here furiously typing out a novel with a plate of cold baked chicken that I hardly have the appetite to eat now after all of this.
May seem selfish, may seem childish, may even seem stupid and what not. But I thought, that at least for one day out of 365 of them, that it could be a good one. A day I don't have to stress, a day I don't have to worry, and a day that begins and ends with what I like. Suppose this is what I get for thinking, huh?
"I tried to drown my sorrows in alcohol, but the bastards learned how to swim."
Today is my Birthday. And it has been by far one of the worst one's yet. For so many different reasons today was not a good one. While normally I'd just consider this another day, it still is supposed to have some special meaning. A day where I shouldn't have to deal with bullshit, drama, or any nuance one normally would. This entry is about family events, family drama, a birthday soaked in bullshit. So many different things.
For starters, I haven't had a normal sleep schedule in a little bit, maybe a week or so? But it always makes a full circle on its own. Well, that is until certain persons decides they don't like that and force me to get up at 6pm for the last 3 days. Effectively keeping me in this shitty sleep cycle under the pretense of helping it get back to normal. So I was already tired from not being able to want to sleep until much later in the morning/noon. Another wonderful thing I had to deal with is a supposed "Birthday" text from my Dad's recently ex- girlfriend. The message starting off with a happy birthday as all texts usually go, but then slowly fades into the subject of her and my dad's life. How HE has a problem and how HE is struggling with it. Yet the one who has worse problems, in my opinion, is the one texting me at ******** 8 in the god damned morning. Not only that, but my sister decides to chime in on that topic after I didn't even ask about his supposed problem. It's not like I just wanted to reply to the ex-gf and be done with it so I can go about my merry way and onto a birthday event. Nope. That's not allowed sir. Please involve yourself in this huge pile or horse s**t that potentially ruins any kind of special day such as this one.
This next part might sound childish, but since those two are moving back near us, they were going to be here for my "Birthday" but now because of that, I don't get my usual steak. Which is typically my meal of choice for special events. Nope, I get chicken cause it's easier. It's not like that's the main thing I eat all the time. Not at all. I totally want to just have the normal s**t on a day like this. And it's not even fried like the good stuff. It's baked. Which typically becomes soggy if not done a certain way which it turned out that way.
So I've had little sleep, a shitty morning, bullshit on the side of horse s**t, and to top it off I don't even get a special meal other than a cake I didn't ask for. I like Red Velvet, but she refuses to make it for some god awful reason. Which brings us back here. On Gaia. Ranting and Raving about a Birthday Gone Wrong. Sitting here furiously typing out a novel with a plate of cold baked chicken that I hardly have the appetite to eat now after all of this.
May seem selfish, may seem childish, may even seem stupid and what not. But I thought, that at least for one day out of 365 of them, that it could be a good one. A day I don't have to stress, a day I don't have to worry, and a day that begins and ends with what I like. Suppose this is what I get for thinking, huh?
"I tried to drown my sorrows in alcohol, but the bastards learned how to swim."
