Sunday, November 20, 2011

annual funk

I really, really hate my birthday. It triggers an annual depression, stemming from a lot of things in my early life.

This year I've been largely successful at minimizing the depression by distracting myself as much as possible, but here the day is, and all I want to do is curl up in a dark corner and cry. Can't wait until the day is over.

1 comment:

Carroll said...

Counting down to midnight on your behalf.