My 23rd Birthday!!

Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.

I turned 23 on Saturday.

My "daddy" was unable to get Tupac Shakur and Elvis Presley to come perform at my party.

IM NEVER TALKING TO MY DAD AGAIN!!

actually.. heh,

I definitely won't be seeing him as much anymore.

For my 23rd birthday, I got to watch my dad move out.

As much as I want to say, the whole situation doesn't bother me that much...

I can't.

I'm having a hard time "coping" with this..

But I'm keeping it to myself so I don't inconvenience others with my sadness.

I got a tattoo. A day late. I wanted it on my birthday..The reason I wanted it on my birthday, is because my birthday was upsetting, so I wanted to make a change. Do something different.

It would have been nice if it would have been a bit more painful.. Pain was what I was going for.

My mom is unhappy with me.

Please forgive me mom.

What's it look like?

This is what you see when you look down my hallway.

The room at the end of the hall used to be my dads.

He moved out.

I really don't know what I think.

It probably hasn't hit me yet.

One thing I do know... More Closet Space!!!

I also programmed my dads' new phone number into my cell today..

I saved his number as "Dad Home."

That was weird.

I haven't blogged in a while.

untitled.

What if we could
Put our lives on
Hold and meet some
Where inside of the world
I would meet you
Would you meet me?