I was going to write a post about saying goodbye to Okinawa and how I will miss it but screw it, today sucked.

Happy birthday to me indeed.

Today was possibly the worst day on the anniversary of my 23 years of existence.

After 3 months of hard, lower than low wage work, cleaning up after and baby sitting not only my roommates but everyone else In close proximity, driving them to the airport, driving them to nomikais, driving them to starbucks, wasting my money away, I have completely lost my mind, out of frustration and complete exhaustion.

Why I feel like crying…

1. Iv had 6hrs sleep in 2 days.

2. While we rode the lift together an old man kept complimenting me on how good looking i was. - was wearing shorts, a shirt and jacket.

3. I missed my flight, which I didn’t come to the realisation to until 9 hours later I realised I was still sitting in the airport by myself.

4. my flight got delayed by an hour, even though initially they said 15 minutes. 

5. it was pouring down.

6. random guy at the train station offering to come back to my place so that we could ‘play’.

7. meeting my friend who wished me a happy birthday, told me the day could not possibly get any worse for me, then leaving me to my demise in his apartment so that he could go to church to hang out with his church buddies. With a P.S there’s cake in the fridge.

8. Getting a phone call from my parents wishing my a happy birthday and to ‘gambare’

Along with birthday wishes and messages coming in left right and center, my 23rd will be remembered as the day i did nothing and cried about it. 

“It’s my party and i’ll cry if i want to”.