Happy 18th birthday to myself, though not a good one from the beginning.
I wonder, was it my fault or what?
To make things end up like this. I can be at fault but definitely not all.
I don't like to be a burden so I chose to keep things to myself. Everyone got their own problems, I know that, that's why I don't see the need in telling others mine and adding on to their problems.
I know friends are there for us to complain about these problems and I'm selfish too. Cause I only think about what I feel, and not yours.
And for spending time with boyf and other friends, that's not the main point though, but I really didn't make them first, seriously.
Thought to have an awesome birthday and it has to come down this way. Quarrels that spoiled the whole chalet purpose, dear will a fractured leg and now in a freezing floor and I can't get to sleep.
FML. totally.
