You know, people always look forward to their birthdays, right?

Well, then I'm not human then.

Why?
Because I find that I'm not at all excited, thrilled, or overly zealous any way. Not at all.

Blame it on the hormones, people. Not on the absence of some people, not on the fact that I have no life. Just try being a little normal, a little stereotypical, and blame it on the hormones.

Sigh.

Forgive me.
I'm tired, and
I miss someone who doesn't exist outside the dream realm.

Maybe it's because my conscious side has grown hungry for someone more to be there. At the end of the day, what reality can't fulfill is what my dreams try to provide.

Ok. I need to stop this inane babbling now.
Sorry.
I'll return tomorrow.
I think.

Labels: birthday, dream