and it’s 4 and a half months away. there is zero reason for me to be excited right now.
actually, there is zero reason for me to be excited in general. i haven’t liked my birthdays in a couple of years now, they always seem to go terribly terribly wrong. and this year i can spend it with… no… one?
why am i excited over a day that is four and a half months away that is literally not different than any other day?
i got some new pants that make my ass look fabulous. i don’t care, i’m showing the internet/world.