Hrm, 8 months since an update. Here goes.

It seems the years roll on by, slowly obliterating all opposition. I turned 19 today, much to my disgust/dismay, and I don't feel any better for it. Actually, when all is said and done, I think I feel more depressed today than I have in a long time.

For someone who supposedly has a myriad of friends (that's me, by the way), I had only around 5 people say "happy birthday" to me, either via SMS, ICQ, MSN or to my face. All kinds of media, and only 5. Makes you kinda sad when people don't remember/acknowledge that today is your day, and noone elses, even when that little balloon is staring them in the face, and your MSN name has "enjoying his birthday" in it. And especially when you have assignments that need doing RIGHT NOW or you'll fail a course.

I feel terrible. Sure, I got some nifty stuff; a subscription to my favourite magazine (a year's subby even!), some cash, some new pillows cuz my old ones are all mongy, and a new pair of sunglasses (white Arnette Swingers if anyone's interested), but I still feel dissatisfied. Maybe it's the expectation of the feeling of everyone loving me, which is something that's been mising for a long time, or maybe it's the fact that I managed to put a hole through one of my 6" midranges (long story). Either way.

Why does my heart feel so bad?