It is now 12:00 midnight and I just turned 22. Happy Birthday. I think it sucks that when you become an adult the less people make a big deal out of your birthday. I used to love celebrating birthdays with my family, but then everyone split. Then I celebrated with friends, but they've moved on. Sigh... When I have children I will make a big deal out of their birthdays until I am dead. Everyone deserves to feel special one day out of the year, and since I never really feel too special, I like to take full advantage of my birthday. It is my big day to say, "Pay attention to me!" without being too obnoxious. I don't think that I even care about presents as much as just a Happy Birthday, glad you're around! Something to acknowledge my existence. I feel so lost in the crowd most of the time. But I do not want to whine. I am so sick of whining! There is so much out there for me to be thankful for that when I whine it is so unjustified that it makes me sick. I am thankful that my dad is coming up this weekend to take me camping for my birthday. I am also thankful that Benjamin will be with me to celebrate my birthday. I am thankful that I am alive. I am thankful that I was born. I still feel depressed. I blame it on "that time of the month". I feel like throwing up. I pray that this year I become less cynical and more hopeful. This is my true New Year. So, Happy Birthday Bridget! I love you for all that you are and all that you will be! I won't give up on you! Let's have a great year! Do your best! | 
I still like this smiley. 