It’s a bit depressing when your ex-fiancee wishes you happy birthday before anybody else. My birthday is such a bittersweet moment. I am proud of how I can remember everybody’s birthday, without having to have a notification from Facebook or any other website. I like that I wish happy birthday in person, if I can, because a message on a wall is so informal. Sometimes I forget (and I forgot a lot this year!) but I always make it my problem to make up for it in later days or months. I want my friends to be happy, to rejoice.
I rarely ask for something back, but when your friends plan something without you on your birthday, and do not invite you, it makes me feel bloody sad.
So I’m just going to be here and drink my coffee and be at work and lurk on nano forums, because that seems to be the only bloody way I don’t start crying in the middle of my shift.
It’s going to be a long, long day, I feel.
Fucking ex-fiancee, man.
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