You’re supposed to be happy on your birthday, like today I’m supposed to be happy. I mean I will be friends and family over and I love that.
 I don’t know if it’s the depression or if it’s just me, but I feel like after 21 each birthday is nothing but a reminder and a realization of everything you have not accomplished yet in life and congrats on letting another year pass by without achieving crap.

Run on sentences…

But how does one except that. How am I suppose to be okay with time slipping by without any forward progress? 

Maybe it’s suppose to be a motivator to do more next year but I see it as a reminder of my failures and muslitufe of shortcomings.

Gah! What it life?

   As always I am not a mental health professional or a relationship specialist. These are simply my findings from life and my hope is that you can take something positive away from it or maybe a new point of view. If you hated it so much and you feel the need to let me know how awful it was or I am please feel free to email me at 
Keep in mind it is important to me that these entries be more of a stream of consciousness and not and editorial, as such no edits or corrections are ever made. 
Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day!