Birthdays. Ugh... I don't like having them. I don't like attention. I feel obligated on days like these. What's the big deal... it's my 34th one. I should be wanting to celebrate the past six months of treatment. I have been stable long enough to see the life changes from it, so that is worth celebrating i guess... it's the first time in my 34 years that I have had any peace really. since I was nine. but that has nothing to do with my birthday really.

Ugh... I just realized yesterday that today is my birthday cuz I have been so busy.