I am dreading tomorrow. As the day has moved forward and tomorrow has gotten closer, my mood has fallen further and further down the proverbial toilet. My dad, I'm sure, will want to come over tomorrow and its the last thing I want. I would like tomorrow to just pass with no acknowledgement. No candles on a cake, no happy wishes. I would actually like to go to the cemetery tomorrow and cry. Right or wrong, it feels like that's what I need to do. But I don't think I'll be able to do that.
Birthdays should be about the person who's birth is being celebrated but too often it's about everyone else. It's about the party, who bought what, where to get a cake. Even if the birthday girl doesn't want to celebrate, if everyone around her wants to, she's expected to just go along and be happy. Even when she's crying inside and waiting on a phone call that will never come
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