It’s my birthday. It’s in my notes to write a blog, so I’m doing it. But it’s not what I want to do on my birthday, and really nothing I’ve done so far has been up to par with what I wanted my birthday to have.
But that’s what birthdays are: letdowns. Days that are built up to be something special, but really it’s just another day.
I wish you the best. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.