Every year for my birthday, it's more or less the same thing. I go out, I do something small. I come home, take pictures, have my little sister act nice to me all day because "this day only comes around once a year and tomorrow she's gonna torture me twice as more", I cry at some point, I feel undeserving at best, I wish I could have done something better, I look back at the year I've had, I think about all the mistakes I've made, but at the end of the day...I remember what's important. The people who I love the most and the people that have made me who I am today. Everyone wants their birthday to be made special. So, despite my mistakes and everything that has happened between last year and this year, I want them to know, I love you all, very very very much! ♥
Just thought, I'd get in a blog post before my birthday ends.
Just thought, I'd get in a blog post before my birthday ends.
xoxo,