Saturday, March 5, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me.

The moment that you are slowly drowning into your own misery, sometimes there's someone always there to make you smile and when that happens, that feeling is beyond lifting and refreshing. Today was lovely and simple. The ending is what I adored to the utmost. I've never felt so beautiful and happy because of my dad but we will get there after I devour you with details of today.

It's my birthday and I am finally 18. FINALLY. I've been counting this down since 4 months ago. My birthday did not go the way I wanted it to go, well at least what I had in mind. But it was decently good after all. I went to soho with Johanna to eat some lunch which we decided to eat in this place called Gatsby. The food there was yummy. To get some desert we went to spring street and grabbed us some rice pudding with chocolate chips. <3 We sat in the park for a while and then we startled to walk to 14street. I ended up meeting my friend Jonathan and some of his friends. Seeing him was also nice since it was unexpected. We walked around and went into some store which had some masks, costumes and anything else to do with that or Halloween. Jonathan's friends departed after a while and it was just the three of us. I bought some oxford shoes since my feet were killing me. We got some cupcakes in Whole Foods and that made my day a lot better. I don't know there was something missing that day and it had me down for a little bit. Anyway after Johanna left, me and Jonathan went to go eat dinner at some restaurant that is not to far from my house and I always went there when I was young. So that was beyond nice, bringing bad and good memories back to me, mostly good ones. <3 After that meal, We walked home and when I was approaching my house so was my dad and he wished me a happy birthday and many more and gave me pink daisies and told me for the first time that he was sorry about everything that has happened because it's so unnecessary t for me to deal with. This right here, will always be forever remembered. It was so nice. I felt like crying because I've always wanted my dad to tell me that he was sorry and he did. I don't think I could of asked for a better ending.


March. 3 will always be a great day. On to the next year.