Just got an email from my mom saying they are going to Vegas. They leave Monday, the day of my birthday. I think this is the 2nd year in a row they have gone to Vegas on my birthday. I hate to sound selfish but it bothers me. Especially now. Just seems to be the icing on the cake these days. Why does it seem every year for the last few years my birthday has been depressing? I am seriously getting to the point where I really can’t stand my birthday.
*UPDATE: My parents didn’t go to Vegas after all because I misread the email. I’m a big baby!