See that title up there? Usually my titles are hyper, energetic, happy ones. But not this time. With all this stuff going on in my life, I have resigned to my fate. Perhaps Fate has meant for me to be sad. )':

I'm still not talking to her. If I still don't talk to her by this Friday, it'll be a week-long anniversary of Not Speaking To Each Other. I'm always sad whenever this kind of things happen. What's even sadder is that she thinks I'm in the wrong. Before, I was angry and annoyed and pissed off. But now, I'm just... you guessed it, sad, and also hurt. I highly doubt she'll read this anyway.
Besides that, the fact that my birthday is coming also does not help the matter. This year, it'll be simple. Too simple for me, I think. My friends are all busy, so much so that they are unable to make it at any date. Which makes me... sad. So my birthday this year will be a quiet little affair, spent in the depths of my non-existent personal, private room, alone, with only my pillows as companions, without so much as a phone call from a friend. And why is that so? Because they are all Busy. I know that I shouldn't blame them, of course, but that will not prevent feelings of bitterness and ... sadness, accompanied by Hurt. Huh. Movies make it all look too easy. You come home, tired from a day's long of work, and you find that, your entire house is dark and empty. Suddenly, all those you care for and love jump out from behind sofas and tables, screaming 'Surprise!' You are utterly delighted and weep tears of happiness and laughter; you had not expected it at all. You thank them all for their hard work. The decorations, you find, are lovely and aesthetically pleasing. You spend an entire day celebrating until you get tired and retire to your bed. You either have a sleepless, peaceful sleep, or wonderful dreams of the events that had taken place earlier on in the day.
We all know that Life is never that simple. What if the birthday girl had suffered a heart attack from the surprise that her loving family and friends had so carefully planned out for her? What if she died from the heart attack? What if?

I wish I could bubble wrap my heart,
In case I fall and break apart...
I'm not God I can't change the stars,
And I don't know if there's life on Mars,
But I know you hurt people that you love and those who care for you.
I want nothing to do with the things you're going through.
I'm a little dazed and confused,
But life's a bitch and so are you.

This is goodbye..