||[Oct. 5th, 2006|11:42 pm]
Deirdre Ionúin Gallagher
It's my 18th birthday on the 29th and I'm really afraid that certain people won't be with me to celebrate it. Last year I'd just gotten out of a mental hospital and this year the person I respect most kinda belongs there.
Stupid brains being so...breakable.
So much changes in a year. Last year my 'best friend' was a psychotic freak who had me locked up for nothing. This year, I have too many best friends to count. Last year Renee and I were...well. Heh. This year, Renee and Kait and I are so so so happy. Last year I was full of rage and I had no way to understand why. This year I understand myself and how to control myself and calm myself down. Last year I had no family. This year my cousin, mother and brother live here and I have the most amazing family of friends I could have ever asked for. Even if 'Daddy' is a basketcase.
Last year I had nothing. This year I have everything and then some.
So thank you. I don't even need presents, I already have all of you.
Was that mushy, or what?!