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Oct. 22nd, 2008
The Year of Me
Oct. 22nd, 2008 09:30 pmGregg texted me this morning to to wish my happy birthday. My birthday is tomorrow. It's a simple mistake and I'm not even sure it's what prompted the crying fit. Was I crying because he didn't get my birthday right? Was I crying because we aren't together anymore? Both?
I'm not planning on doing anything. I tend to like to do my own thing on my birthday normally and this year I just can't deal with people. Being around people just makes me more aware that Gregg isn't there.
Every year I pick a theme for the coming year. Usually it's something I want to focus on a la Ben Franklin. This is year will be "The Year of Me". It's all about me. My whims, my wants, my needs.
Most of my life I've defined myself by other people. I wrap myself up in my relationship with them. My parents, my fiends, my boyfriend. Most of them never ask me t but I give up most of what I want so I can take care of other people. This is the year that changes.
I'm not planning on doing anything. I tend to like to do my own thing on my birthday normally and this year I just can't deal with people. Being around people just makes me more aware that Gregg isn't there.
Every year I pick a theme for the coming year. Usually it's something I want to focus on a la Ben Franklin. This is year will be "The Year of Me". It's all about me. My whims, my wants, my needs.
Most of my life I've defined myself by other people. I wrap myself up in my relationship with them. My parents, my fiends, my boyfriend. Most of them never ask me t but I give up most of what I want so I can take care of other people. This is the year that changes.