November 30th 2007... 19th birthday... one year older...

what do i honestly have to show for this last year? a few scars, one broken heart, an odd situation to deal with, tons of fears, fewer friends, one car, one graduation, one phone, and 2 jobs.

But what does all that mean? what do posessions mean? do they define where you are in life? in my opinion no. They are just things. yes my car gets me to where i want to go and i don't have to worry about it breaking down... but other than that, what does it mean? to tell ya the truth, i don't know. i don't know why i need any of these things, or why anyone looks at me differently because of who gave them to me.

But alas.... today was my birthday... the day thats suppose to be wonderful and magical; the perfect day. was mine like this?... is anything of mine ever perfect? HA! nope.

my day started off seemingly well... woke up and watched gilmore girls but after that is when everything started to go downhill. I had a fight with a friend of mine that i cant remember what it was about or why it occured. after that i sat at home bored... more bored... even more bored and dad came over. WOO... except it was more like a ....woo... he helped me fill my tires and gave me a card and left. Dinner then was next- pizza and then cheese cake... which was pretty good. after dinner then i was bored again. Im still trying to figure out where everyone that wanted to hang with me on my birthday went. so now i sit... alone... at the coffee shop... on my birthday.... all alone... writing a blog. WOW. why is this birthday particularly bad? god who knows....

thanks for listening....

the ever insane,
Heather