The First week of December!

Depression has struck me. AGAIN! My birthday is around the corner and I am turning 21 for the third time. An age that I will cherish for the rest of my life. But what has been worrying me is the number of times I am going to be celebrating my 21st birthday. I have managed to invite every being who would have the slightest intent to show up to my non existing party just so I can be merry.

I am not going to be home for the sixth year in a row on my birthday but I have sort off gotten immune to that fact. But I know daddy would call me thrice and so will mom. Will probably get the coolest greeting card from my sister along with extra cute jewelry. A million phone calls from everyone back home. What better could I ask. For this, I do not mind having yet another 21st birthday.

NV decided to ditch me and not come. FS is making absurd promises to show up. SA has actually got his ticket to get to chi-town. Can't wait can't wait.