I had a good birthday, surprisingly enough. Even though my exhaust hated me all weekend, I had a good birthday.
I would have atleast posted that yesterday or Saturday, but I didn't get back on campus until yesterday, and I didn't get on the computer but for a few minutes, if even.
I feel no different. I don't really care. I just wish that I could make things better for someone. Not even myself, and that is my usual goal. I don't like seeing someone I care so much about suffer and hurt. It isn't right. It isn't deserved. I would take that pain and suffering away if I could, and I would bear it myself if it would help.
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