It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to. I’ll cry if I want to. You would cry too, if it happened to you.
Well, that is today. It’s my 26th birthday and quite frankly it has to be one of the most trying birthdays I have ever had. There will be no party. I can’t afford one. Instead I’ll be working. There will be only the cake I make when I have time- which most likely means we will be having cake in late October. The gifts I dared to ask for have all dealt with things that I need but am too broke to ever be able to afford. Example: The Fuel regulator on my car went out and I don’t have anywhere near $130 to fix it. The lights in my car need to be adjusted. I have bills that are a bit overdue. How can a birthday be enjoyable like this? I guess the only good thing about today is that work gave me a $30 gift card- to use at work. I spent it on a tank of gas- uck… that too, I needed. Perhaps the reason people do not wish to count their older years is because they realize that to grow older costs requires money that some of us really don’t have. Continue reading