A while back birthdays came up between me and a couple of friends, and the conversation turned to when the last time was that we'd actually been happy on our birthday. One said never, one said on her 16th (she's 34 now), and I said on my 18th (I'm 27 as of today). For some reason, that conversation has stayed with me, kind of haunted me, even. All those answers are a long time to go without happiness.

When my fiance and I first got together we believed we were going to change that legacy, first for ourselves/me, then for others too. I guess that was part of our manic delusions, because 6 months later and I'm right back to where I was during that sad conversation--depressed and definitely not happy.

I don't know what the point of this thread is. I guess that I'm extremely depressed. Other people can add stories about their birthdays if the want, I guess.