Today is my birthday…yay. Another day, another…day I guess. No big deal. At least I have an audition.
My birthday has never mattered much to me. I’m envious of people who do things for themselves for their big day. For instance, I don’t think I could ever throw a party for myself. I have a deep-seeded fear of rejection and don’t think that anyone would show up for the event. So, if I never attempt to throw a party for myself I don’t ever have to worry about that happening. Probably not a great way to feel about myself, but I think it comes from the feeling of being rejected by my father.