So, It is pouring outside. I spilled cappuccino all over my shirt, it soaked to my bra. I feel scared. I have to go to the Doctor today at two, I don't want to go. Tonight I have to go to shattered for my training. I am now the Saturday night shot girl. Speaking of Saturday it is my Birthday. I normally get all excited and happy but, this year I feel a big fat let down this year. I mean why should I care when know one else does. I'm not trying to complain but, when I try to help others and they don't do shit in return it doesn't make me to hopeful that it will be a good day. My sister Jen, is the only one who has anything nice planned for me. It's just a date on the calendar but, it's a date in which I'm going to be 24. It's a date where everything is suppose to go my way and I should feel loved. Every morning for 3 weeks I wake up look at my phone see the time and date and groan. I'm dreading getting hurt and disappointed.