

My birthday has never been my favourite. Even if I was surrounded by well wishers, I still always seem to feel lonely, and sad. I don’t know if this is common for people but I’m assuming so. I am alone a lot of the time by choice, and I’m not sad or feeling lonely then. Alone but not lonely. Having a summer birthday, I didn’t really get any parties growing up. I remember at least one of them getting cancelled because not a single friend could make it. My feelings about it probably developed from having most birthdays feel that way during my formative years. In any case, I’m sure every one can relate to having a birthday that you made yourself seem fine so you didn’t look like an asshole to everyone saying happy birthday, but meanwhile feeling like all you want to do is shut everyone out and hide in bed all day until it’s over. I used to save these big rants for my barn time with my sheep. Now she’s gone, and the loss of that outlet has hit me kinda hard. Needed to get this vent out somewhere though, I am sorry it was here. I do appreciate every greeting I’ve received and I feel very lucky to have so many people saying kind things.