I didn't write any personal journal for a while but since today is my "special day" I make an exception.
Today is my birthday after clearly the worst year of my life. Funny thing is nothing really tragic happened. Just cruel realisation about myself, my dreams, relations with some people. I even don't know what to do next, I just feel really unhappy about my life.
The worst part is with every year I'm more and more obligated to be a "successful adult" but nothing really changes. I feel that I stay so far behind any people I know and I just can't make any step forward in proffessional and private life. I keep asking myself if I made a right decision to try artist career .
Today I'm a pathetic, lonely and just another year older person.
I probably cancel this entry later, public angst makes me even more childish but I have to admit that I feel a little bit better now.
p.s. thank you for all wishes! maybe some of my future birthdays will be better >>