Is it over yet???

Ugh! So it's my birthday today. I dread HATE my birthday. I hate when people make a fuss over me and I hate what my birthday stands for. I can't wait for it to be over. I don't care about age. That doesn't bother me. I'm 26 now, no biggie. But my birthday is a yearly reminder that I was an unwanted child. 26 years ago, some lady (and yes, I do know her name and have spoken to her once but that's a whole differnet blog lol) threw me into foster care. After some indecision on her part she finally decided to give me up. So I sat in foster care for 10 months. As I look back, I can't believe my parents still wanted me since I was practically a toddler by the time they got me. So, happy fricken birthday to me I guess. And Thanks I guess to the lady who didn't want me. I'm going to have to assume my life is better without you.


Sorry if you were looking for something more cheerful today, but I promise I have a more cheerful post for later.