It’s my birthday this Sunday and it doesn’t feel like it all because of all that has happened in the last six weeks, mainly in the last three. I’m not even celebrating it nor am I going to enjoy myself on it and it’s weird how for all my years in secondary school I dreamt of going to Las Vegas on my 21st but now that it’s finally here I’m probably not even going to leave this shithole of a town and I guess the sad thing in all this is that I won’t even be disappointed or down if I end up being alone on it.