Happy Freaking Birthday To Me
I’m in a funk. It’s probably self-imposed which is annoying as hell. But still. After planning how badly my birthday party would be for a week, I had it, and it turned out to be pretty decent. I think the people were all having a nice time. Then I got completely bombed out of my mind and left my own party so to speak. I have female friends who are angels and I have been totally ungrateful of in the past. Maja, Kerry, Julia, and whomever else helped drag/carry/wipe down/change/supply water/other gross things…. It was 10:30 for goodness sakes and I was passed out in bed. But not before breaking my pact to not smoke for a month. I was so upset. Apparently I was on the balcony weeping. Bawling my eyes out because Chris wouldn’t give me a smoke. And for half an hour they were trying to decide what to do, and they finally caved. I hate myself.
And I’m looking at photos and being stupid. Just being all moony eyed and girlish. Wah wah wah, I’m lonely. Cry me a river Daniela. So the poor 18 year old girl doesn’t have a boyfriend. What a pathetic tragedy. Please. Bu it’s not about not having a boyfriend. It’s about having various personality defects that prevent me from being human.
I’ll post more about this weekend when I’m in a better mood. There were a million highlights.
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