straight up just fucking hate the idea that my birthday is coming so fast. the idea of it just depresses the fuck out of me and makes me sad as hell.
i like when i tell one of my closest friends the plans for sunday i just get a no as my answer. no explanation or anything. like fine, but at least tell me why instead of making it seems like a horrible idea that you’d rather pass on.
i dont even get to talk to my dad or facetime him on my birthday either because he will be on a plane to afghanistan. and its just like the worse deja vu when i think back to the time at an earlier birthday when i got a card from him from kuwait and it was such a simple message saying he loved me and would see me soon but that was hard too. or another birthday when i got pictures of him from his webcam with signs that said happy birthday and he loved me. this whole experience is just horrible because i feel like its just a huge throwback to a really hard time for me when I was younger when he was deployed. and with all these other fucked up world problems that are happenenig, especially paris, im even more worried about him because i understand whats going on in the world today.
you would think saying goodbye for a third time would make it easier. but it doesnt. nothing will replace seeing my parents hold hands as they say goodbye to comfort each other and say they love each other. or hearing your mom silently cry besides you in the car while you drive away from the airport.
i dont think there is much to be happy about on that day when the most important person in my life wont be there again. not even going to “celebrate” it anymore because there isnt a point and its all worthless anyways. who even cares about being 20 anyways










