Why I don’t like celebrating birthdays

No, I do like birthdays, just not mine. Another year gone by, I think. What’s there to celebrate? Don’t get me wrong, I’m no party pooper. I LOVE birthdays, and balloons and cake and candles. And who can say no to free presents? πŸ˜›

When it’s other people’s birthdays, like my friends or family, I have gone out of my way to plan and throw them the best parties ever.Β But really, when it comes to my own birthday, I just turn off. Like, I get gloomy and gloomier by the second as my birthday gets near. One year older. *dreads*

Also. Unlike, my “friends” I don’t have that oneΒ who’d go out of their way to make my day special just for me.

I know, I know. I should learn. But I just forget once I see how much I’ve made them smile.


Ugly Betty: Season 3 Episode 23



I started watching the series again this month and now I’m nearing the end ofΒ season 3. This is one of my favorite shows, by the way.

And this dialogueΒ just spoke to me:

“I am trying to wrap my head around the worst thing I can imagine that I will die, and you will meet someone and move on and forget me.Β That’s the thing I’m most afraid of that the world will just go on without me, and everyone will forget I was here.”


Seriously, I feel like my family life is a big joke. My cousins and I should be at the movies now. But we aren’t. Because of weird stupid family issues. πŸ˜’πŸ˜’πŸ˜’ 

I don’t belong in their age group anyway. They’re all 19-21. And we’re definitely not friends, so I don’t know why we even make plans. Heat of the moment, I guess. We are just cousins. Who share the same grandparents. And that’s it. 

Funny thing, time. Makes you see the true sides of everybody.