Is it wrong that I feel like a bitch because lately I can’t seem to appreciate what I get? My mom bought “my favorite soup” today. But it’s not my favorite. I eat it cause it’s there. Do I not want it  because I had an excessive amount of cheerios about an hour ago? Or do I just not like it, hmm. She just asked me if I wanted to go get that fashion book that I said I wanted for my birthday. All of a sudden, I don’t know. I really don’t know what I want, birthday or life. Don’t ask me questions, opnions or anything of critical nature this weekend. Apparently I can’t handle it. She wants to go to the neighbors’ surprise party for his wife next door in an hour. I don’t feel like going. What am I going to do, sit there, smile and make small talk like I do at all the other function/grown-up things? I’m not up for it. Don’t I get soem sort of a choice this weekend? Maybe it’s the angst-teenage clothing. Damn bright pink checkered shirt. I need to get this off.