Okay.
So the other night, I couldn't sleep, as usual. And my birthdays came up earlier in the days conversation. I COULD start from 13, but I choose to not type that much.
So my sixteenth birthday, I got to be in three different states, pretty kewl huh? Not really, I was with nobody. Just people who had yet to care.
My seventeenth birthday, I bussed my ass to Missouri to visit my dad. Little did I know, a couple days later I'd bus it right on back home. So I don't go directly home, I take a detour to California. Why? I don't know, I can't ask me then...
Anyway, I high tale my ass to an old friends house and we end up going to this rave up in the boonies, I fry my pooper off and take some E, (This to be considered as candy flipping), and end up losing my purse, my wallet, my friends, my ride, and basically my mind. I'm surprised I didn't lose my clothes. So I'm covered in mud, and I run into some guy who saw me dancing and he decides to take me back to his house. So I go from LA to San Diego. The next thing I know I'm surfing and smoking pot. Good birthday?? I'm not finished...
I realize I want to go home, because I'm with nobody who really cares. So my best friend in Cali, Chris... takes me to this persons house,( thank god for him,) who takes me to this party. So here I am at another rave, and find myself with Insomniac that night. We watch a car drive right off the cliff. Three kids died. Still a good birthday? Well, I help promote and stay sober the whole night...well, most of it. It was a very kewl party, but I just felt horrible. Anyway, the next morning I'm heading home and that's all I can think about. Three peoples last days were on my birthday. Well, lucky for the Company, no one ever leaked.
My eighteenth birthday, I find myself kicking and screaming for my keg because they kidnapped me and dragged me to California ... yet again, with nobody who cared.
Do I sense a pattern here?
I can't nineteenth birthday I spent working. My new neighbor bought me a card. That was about it. Nobody was with me.
And my twentieth, I was with someone who FINALLY cared, but threw his present at me because he worked all day. So again, I was alone.
My twenty-first birthday... Better not be ruined.
xoxo qui
11:29 p.m. - 2003-01-18
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