1.09.2004

Well, at least I did NOTHING on my birthday, but a few people remembered. At least I didn't hop on a FUCKING bus to meet my girlfriend at work so we can get a belated birthday dinner to have her FUCKING forget about me completely.

I could've had to WORK and I would've had a better day. I'd managed to pull myself out of this stupid depression from having a shitty birthday, and what happens? It gets up and pissed all over again by the ONE person I would actually expect to give a solitary shit about what I feel. Fuck this shit.
posted at 17:29

Lies were told instead.