I am forever searching..I do not know what..I do not know if it is a person..a thing? and every time my birthday comes around I get disappointed in myself for not achieving the whatever that I am suppose to achieve..
Some days I do wish that I was born on another day..on another month..because Christmas has turned my birthday into a deadline..everything has to be organised by then..presents to be bought..wrapped..party to be organised..groceries shopping..cooking..cards to be sent..haven't sent any the last two years..lol..by the time the day comes around I feel drained..void of energy to enjoy the day itself..
When I was younger I used to remember loving having a birthday around Christmas time..a party every year regardless..now that I am on the giving end I dread it..
Enough of the whinging..here I go again setting myself up for the downfall..12 months -1 day to search for the unfathomable..
