Birthdays

Birthdays are so disappointing. Even when you're old enough for it to "not matter", they somehow have a tendency to make you get excited and whatnot. Then, even days before the day, you end up with that sad feeling because you realise the fact that there really is nothing to get excited about.

I wish one could just control these things, prevent them from happening or something. Because after the disappointment, inklings of self-pity seem to sneak in, and really, there is nothing more shitty than self-pity, be it your own or others'.

Ladies, gentlemen: I'd like to introduce you to Cynical Marianne. Hopefully she won't stay long.