I can't help but feel really down when it comes to my birthday.
Made plans to go see Transformers with some friends I used to work with. Canceled. Thought they were treating me. They weren't. Couldn't buy tickets online.
Mom called to make plans to do something with me on my birthday, told me she'd call me back with the details. Never called back. Didn't return several messages I left on her phone.
Made plans with Grandma to go out to nearby Casino with a very ritzy all you can eat buffet for lunch. Canceled due to a cousin breaking out in a bad rash and having to go to the hospital.
Made plans to be a model for a photo shoot, intended as a gift for Reid and something fun to do. (Ego booster and all). Canceled due to the people in charge of the studio not showing up for appointment. Reid's present even more late now. Feel guilty.
Hear from my grandma that my Dad was planning on doing something special for me because I was 21. She expressed doubts I shared that he wouldn't follow through on his word, because he never does. He didn't.
Cat clawed up part of carpet so my grandma made me take it in to get it's claws removed at vets, payed out of my own pocket. Vet told me cat had tape-worms. Payed even more for a shot.
Planned on getting a tattoo this weekend, very excited. But after vet trip and my grandma informing me of my imminent insurance payment coming up, realized I couldn't afford it without lieing. Choose not to lie. Not getting a tattoo.
And all this happened within a 24 hours of my birthday.
Friend's mom gave me a cheesecake unexpectedly and sang happy birthday. Almost cried.