Yesterday it was my father’s birthday (and Lee Pace) and today my big sister would have turned 44 but somethings are not meant to be.
Tag: Birthdays
It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to

Ah, birthdays. You hate them or you love them. For me it only means I’m one year older. Getting older is not the problem. That’s natural. What I don’t like about it, is how little I have achieved so far. I haven’t even had a real job. Even getting an internship is difficult. Sometimes I feel like a failure. Luck hasn’t really been on my side. Getting somewhere, you need some luck. I don’t belive you can make your own. Only people say that who have achieved something.
There’s a lot of people that come from nothing and then they become famous or millionares. But they have some luck too. They’ve also known how to get out of that hole.
The saying goes. If your unlucky in cards. You’re lucky in love. But I’ve no luck in either of them. But I’m not that old. I still have time for anything. I just need to pick up the courage and not be such a coward. If it only was that easy.
Happy birthday to me anyway.
It’s your birthday they say
Today it’s my birthday (and Wentworth Miller) It’s also the 1st time my mother is not around. Birthdays doesn’t mean that much to me. It was different when I was a kid. Presents and that stuff. Today birthdays are just one step closer to death. Even if it’s at least 40 years left of my life. Age is nothing but a number anyway. A lot of people are afraid to get old but not to me. We are meant to get old. No one lives forever. It’s not what age you are, it’s about what age you feel.
For me, my birthday is just going out to lunch (like me and dad did today) and that’s about it. Besides I hate parties anyway so I don’t need that.
