So my birthday is fast approaching and I really don't want to celebrate it. It has nothing to do with getting a year older, I actually find that very interesting. To see what I have learned over the year and what new people I can count as friends.

No, this year, I hate my birthday! The very idea is very depressing and I just want to curl into a ball, wrapping my tail around me and crying till I have no more tears to shed. For all my life I have shared this day with my mother. Yup that's right...I was the best gift she ever gave herself, how could I ever top that (*chuckles sadly*). That was my fav saying I would tell her ever year, then she would remind me of the labor and we would both just laugh. Yeah that is right all...I was born on my mother's birthday.

So this will be the first time in my life that I will be celebrating it alone, that is why I just want to cry my heart out. She's been gone only 2 months and the pain of her loss still makes me catch my breath.