I turn 22 in a week. It’s oddly depressing for me. In fact this whole month has been depressing.
1. I don’t want to plan a damn thing.
2. I don’t want to drive anywhere.
3. I don’t want to have to entertain anyone.
4. I only want to worry about me being happy. (I’m tired of making sure everyone else is… and on my birthday I want everyone to be happy because I’m happy)
5. I don’t want to make my birthday cake.
6. I don’t want any gifts.
7. I really don’t want a party.
8. I want to not be sad.
9. I want to be where I want to be and not have anyone tell me I can’t be there or that they’re tired of me. (I’m tired of people being tired of me)
10. I want good food, sleep, some company, a few documentaries or movies, wine, champagne, beer, happiness, quiet, and it not to be my birthday because that means it could be over.
11. I want for someone to keep their promise of a good vacation/adventure/story.
12. I don’t want to be talked down to or treated like a child.
