"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Skylar, Happy Birthday to you! How old are you now, how old are you now, how old are you skylar? You're a big girl now!"
Dear Me,
Ugh, it's my birthday again? I hate when it comes each year. I'd rather not have all of my family come to my messy house with nothing to give me besides hugs, and kisses from grandma. Every year there is someone I wish would actually show up at my house and give me hugs and kisses.. My father. At the same time I hate him for not being able to express his love for my mother. I've never once heard my father say "I love you." to my mother. I think that's the sadest thing ever, not to be able to tell someone that you love them.. Fuck that. "the list of goals". I really cant wait to accomplish one of my goals on that list. That one being; "To find someone to love". I've had so many boyfriends it's crazy. fourteen to be exact.. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.
