Well, I finally hit 30… yesterday, now, I guess. How depressing is that…

I remember in high school hoping I wouldn’t wake up the next morning, and all of the times I thought about suicide. I honestly didn’t think I’d make it to 25. I told quite a few people that. And I really don’t know why… it’s just difficult to cope with things, I guess. I get overwhelmed too easily, lose control, break down, close up, disappear.

It sucked to come back to work from vacation. It sucked working on my birthday, and it sucked turning 30.

Anyway, I have to wake up early. Happy 30th Birthday to me….