Happy Birthday Blues to Me!

I’m turning 27 this month and like a pair of wedgie undies to a hungry bum, the birthday blues have crept up on me.

Every year, a week or so before my birthday I start to feel a little down. I find myself wanting to stay in and be anti-social. I conduct far too much research on cupcake home delivery than could ever be healthy. I secretly plot all the ways I could spend my birthday wallowing in my own self-pity. And the weird part is I’m not even quite sure why. I love parties so why would I want to celebrate on my lonesome?

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