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Another Year, Another Bad Birthday
Another year, another bad birthday. At this point in my life I should just expect to be disappointed, yet somehow, despite knowing better, I am still surprised at how terribly it all ends up going.
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Wishing You an Unhappy Birthday
Is it progress that I can wish the ex salutations on his birthday? I don’t really mean it, and truly it’s an afterthought. He should be glad I am wishing him anything at all, since he’s the worst and if it wasn’t for the children we share, I wouldn’t have to think of him at all, right? I secretly hope that he spent his birthday in a drunken stupor and that he was hating himself the whole time, reminded of just how much of a douchebag he truly is.
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Quarantine This Birthday
This quarantine life has me in a state of uncertainty. Am I circling the drain of life? All this introspection if forcing me to face my mortality, and frankly it sucks. April is my birthday month. Before the lockdown, a small group of us were planning a trip to a casino in the next state.
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Birthday Fail – A Historical Review of Why I Hate Birthdays
The best birthday I ever had was when I was 6. Every birthday after that has sucked. Damn it.
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A Lame Excuse By Any Other Name, Is Still Lame…
I received an email in my Inbox, specifically to a folder where I am having the emails from my ex redirected to, and it was from several days ago. Having his emails re-routed out of my Inbox is therapeutic, since thinking about him still pisses me off, I see no point in allowing him to be the thing that sends me spinning off into the anger vortex, this way I can see his emails when I’m good and ready–not have them sneak attack me at random times of the day. So back to the email…














