“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.”

-Abraham Lincoln


Nothing matters. No need for a cake. No need for candles. No need for gifts. No reason to celebrate. No reason to cry any more tears. No "happy birthday" needed. It's just another miserable day.

Technically my birthday ended an hour ago. But mom's taking me out to dinner tomorrow for my birthday and this weekend Marcie may come over and bring me a gift. I want to get my birthday behind me and forget about it for the rest of the year. I want to die and can't.