This birthday was a lot simpler compared to the past three. Like so simple that I didn't know what to fucking do with myself.

Might be from the hormones (nothing like mother nature's gift right?). But I'm not exactly sure since I should be super stoked for a fun weekend right? I had fun with my friends, even though only two people showed up. But afterwards I still had the depression coming back. Hmm. I think small parties are nice though; having fewer people means you can all talk to each other without having a lot of people being left out. Besides, I can always chill with my friends some other day.

A side note, glad I didn't have cake. Not a big fan of the diabetes-inducing cake and I would have had cake for days. Blegh.