'happy' birthday to me.
it’s my 18th as i write this but i bloody well wish it wasn’t. life could not be looking shitter for me right now. i hate this and i hate myself.
numb. feel dead inside. my life could be breaking away beneath me. will i survive this?
so yeah Saturday the 1st of December is getting closer and i can’t wait, it will be my friends 18th birthday and her party, which is James Bond theme, which personally i think is pretty cool because we all get to get all dresses up in long dresses and the guys looking hot in their suits.
there are a few reasons why i can’t wait and they are,
1. i get to look pretty in a long black bandeau chiffon dress
2. it’s a reason to get dressed up
3. i get to see my boyfriend in a fit suit
4. i get to see people i haven’t seen or spoken to in a rather long time
5. i get to get drunk with some amazing people
i am a little nervous about seeing these people but as people keep telling me, it will be fine, especially ones everyone’s had a bit to drink :)
so yeah Saturday hurry up!