Today's my birthday and I'm not too keen on it. It's now 1 year until my quince and I haven't the faintest clue of what I'm doing. Let me elaborate so you know what I'm thinking, feeling, and maybe understand my pain. This is in no way to insult a day of joy and celebration, this is just how I see it. Let's just start.

     First off, it's a Monday. That should be reason #1 for pain. C'mon, who is having a "happy" birthday on Monday? Second, I have school, but the problem is the schedule for today. It's a Comet Day and if you don't know what that is, it's when you have all your classes (we have 7) in 1 day for 40 minutes each. I like that I see all the teachers (especially the ones who's classes I enjoy), but that just means more pain with the people I'm in said classes with. You'll find I'm not a very social person as I have a difficult time making friends, but I have an even harder time when the people around me push a few buttons. Sadly they have, so it just means more work for me. Thirdly, because of that, I really don't have any friends to celebrate with. Sure, I hang out with a couple of girls and some girls are friendly to me, but that's it. Celebrations here aren't like across the street. You could have a lunch party, wear free dress, and you even got a birthday certificate and pencil at morning assembly. It's just different is all.

     So about the quince, here's my rundown so far. Obvio we get the dress, that's the focal point. I'm not sure what color but we'll figure that out eventually. Next the invites, my family for certain, maybe a few friends, and some of my teachers from across the way and here if I feel like it. Music, locked and loaded. We got some Bluey, some Cody Fry, maybe a hint of Blink in Spanish if I want? My problem is a party or a small get together with a trip. I could have my party at Salon Cristal near the local WSS and Tierra Mia and run the risk of gettin' SHANKED by the local gang, but I want to go to Massachusetts for a trip. I'm captivated by the Salem Witch Trials and I love learning about witches. Heck, my backpack has a keychain of a mystical purple concha to represent my interest and heritage. It's just a decision of pain or pain. I could have the party but regret not having the trip and I could have the trip but regret following the custom set by my ancestors. It hurts my yead, and that's not a typo according to Urban Dictionary.

     Overall, every single birthday for me is just another year closer to the decision I may or may not regret forever in life.