I hate birthdays ever since my friends when I was 18 forgot about mine even though it was 8 days after another of our friends and they brought a cake and banner into college. It started a downward spiral for me that put me on antidepressants, and I've been on a form of medication ever since. Ten years.
I've gone back to my mums for the weekend, I haven't seen my family since I moved 200 miles away a month and a half ago. It's nice to see my family again, I've only been here an hour though and it's bed time haha. I'm excited to take doggo down the beach tomorrow for nice long walkies when the tides out, she's gonna love it. I'm a little upset that I don't have anybody else to celebrate with. I don't have any friends visiting or a night out planned or a partner to take me out to dinner. Just walkies with my family. :/
