An Open Letter

A friend asked me how my Thanksgiving was, and I told them I wouldn't say. It was fucking miserable, but that's my cross to bear – no one else's. Holidays are a time for people to be happy, and I refuse to let my circumstances ruin that for anyone else.

I can deal with this shit alone, and anyway it will be over soon enough. I signed up for a week guest pass at golds gym, since the rec cen is closed. I don't know if it's safe for me to, but I think I'm going to go for a PR on my birthday, no matter what. I need at least something to look forwards to I think.

Ive been sleeping at 4-5am recently, but I think today I'm going to try to sleep before midnight. I don't wanna be awake when my birthday starts, as that's normally when people get spammed with happy birthday texts but I don't think I'll get any, so I'd rather not be disappointed. I was thinking of keeping my phone off the entire day, but Shaco remembered my birthday and I don't want him to be worried about me.