Crappy Happy Birthday To Me!

happy birthday

Tomorrow is my birthday- so depressing  exciting! I’m going to spend that day with myself because no one else remembers parties are sooo overrated.

At the moment, I’m sitting at my old and worn out  vintage coffee table from Ikea designed by Scandinavians. I’m wearing my boyfriend jeans because I happened to put on weight and nothing else fits me  to look cool and nonchalant. What a terrible greatstart of the evening, self-esteem is something I don’t have incredibly important!

It’s going to be so boring and miserable much fun tomorrow! Not only I am getting old have my birthday but also do I realise what a total failure  howhappy and proud of my achievements I am.

While all the people I know my best friendsare getting pregnant married, taking 30-year mortgages buying apartments and working 24/7  to pay them off fulfilling their perfect career dreams, most of these make me choke I don’t want to follow the herd.

Finally getting my BA after years of struggling at some weekend course, Proudly graduating from a good university, I got a job which hardly generates any income gives me a lot of freedom. I spend every spare minute furiously passionately reading about SEO, DA, Google Analytics and other things I’ll never understand making posts for this blog which nobody reads anyway is getting more and more popular.

As you can see, everything is not even close to exactly as it should be.

Do you ever feel this way, too?