I am going to try my hardest to pretend like my feelings aren’t hurt, but they are. What did I expect, though? Not much, that’s for sure, because I know they don’t celebrate birthdays and I had to drag everyone to get together for the other birthdays and yet I still managed to wind up disappointed. It was a stupid dinner, is that too much to hope for? I’m trying to rationalize it all and tell myself that we are going to hang out later this evening and we hung out until six in the morning last night- and I keep reminding myself that I am emotional because I’ve been thinking about Ken. We were just talking about this last night, too, about how I’ll smile and nod and say I don’t mind, because polite is all I ever know how to be. I wish I could be honest and say: no, please, and I want you to be there.



Happy Birthday, Sarbear. I wanted to wish you one my yesterday so I could be all cool and be wishing a happy birthday from the future, but I was switching host families and there are current complications with my internet. But. I lovies you! And I miss you! I hope you have a good 21st year.