I hate this feeling.
It only seems to slither it's way in around Holidays or my birthday.
Loneliness.
A longing for friends or people who care.
I mentioned this to my boyfriend just to see what he'd say.
And he was kind and said we could go out if I wanted.
But.. I don't want to pay for my own birthday dinner and his.
That's basically his birthday not mine.
That's not how birthdays work.
I think I'll skip it this year and do my laundry like any old Friday.
I see that 23 is going to **** just as bad as every other year has.