Happy Birthday To Me!
I’m trying to be excited about my birthday to counteract how depressed I am. I hate getting older, I cried on my 13th birthday because I didn’t want to grow up. And now I can already feel the beginnings of an obsession forming re: wrinkles and other things that make me look old. I’m 26 I should not be worried about wrinkles. But I am, I’m worried about FUTURE wrinkles. That is just stupid.
I guess the thing is, even though I’m fat, I still think I’m pretty. In fact, I think I’m a lot prettier than I probably actually am. And I’m worried that as I get older the few things I like about myself physically (hair & face) are going to go to the dogs. So every time I “celebrate” getting older, I feel just a little more miserable about my future.
I mean, what exactly is there to look forward to? Lots of things I don’t really want, like a mortgage and kids, but feel that I should have for lack of anything else better to do. With added bonus of getting older. Woo hah.
I clearly need to work on some life goals in this my 26th year.
Things to do:
Make it to the next paycheck with money in the bank.
Apply for Graduate School.
Go back to volunteering at animal rescue groups.
Run a mile.
Get WoW character to lvl 70 and then quit.
Spend more time with family and friends.