2 hours until it is my birthday. I’m usully really excited about my birthday, but this year it feels different.
I feel very alone.
– Perhaps it is because my parents aren’t here – they’re in Scotland. I got a text message from my dad this evening. He’s sounding very happy to be back there. It’s the first time he’s been back in about 25 years. And I’m happy that he’s happy – because he so deserves it.
– Perhaps it is because my friends – my real frieds – won’t be here to celebrate it with me. The people I meet tomorrow will be mere acquaintences.
– Perhaps it it because my little sister is so distant. We’re growing apart and that upsets me so. I guess it was inevitable.
– Perhaps it is because I don’t have someone who loves me. Someone to tell me that I’ve made their life just a little more easy to bear. Someone to hold at night.
