Baddie Day 2008.
If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!
You know what today is? It’s my 27th birthday. Baddie Day 2008.
I always suffer an unexplainable bout with depression every year around the time of my birthday. First, I thought I’m just getting depressed because I’m growing old. Believe it or not, that’s not the issue.
Then I thought maybe it’s because I’m without an object of affection, but no. It’s not that. I proved it last year when I had… someone.
So what is it? Why does a mysterious sadness plague me weeks before or after Baddie Day? Why do I unravel? Why do I become undone?
Funny thing is, once I get over it, I celebrate Baddie Day like I’m a new man. It’s like being reborn. And then I realize it’s all like a wicked cycle of life and death. Every fucking year. It’s fucking weird.
This year though, I haven’t really gone through the whole “I’m depressed BOO FRICKIN’ HOO” mess yet. I’m thinking it’ll happen after today, but I’m hoping the cycle ends this year. If it doesn’t, well, I’ll get over it soon enough.
I had a pretty good start celebrating Baddie Day this year. Friday night drinks with UPLB friends and a good ol’ fashioned Sunday Family Day involving lunch and bowling made sure of that. The best weekend I’ve had in recent memory. I’m thinking it’s enough to battle whatever weird emo shit I’ll probably go through in the weeks to come. Nothing better to fight depression with than friends and family, right?
RELATED POSTS:- No related posts
September 29th, 2008 at 11:19 am
*hugs* Baddie boo.
September 29th, 2008 at 12:29 pm
*manyak hugs* The Bitch Goddess.
September 29th, 2008 at 1:09 pm
"Nothing better to fight depression with than friends and family, right?"
Yup.