I am confined to the house until… I don’t know. 5 days until I add another candle to the cake. Another year to my years. Another step closer to the future I fear. Gulp. Friday night. Friends are out. I am home. Stupid me and my promises. Promised mom no more night outings until after my finals. Things I do just so I could be there to celebrate his birthday. I didn’t realise I like him that much! Sheeesh. Must be the eyebrow piercing he got *Hehe* I don’t even know if I’ll be able to go out on MY birthday. Probably just for a bit, not stay out the whole night and freak out. Bummer. Oh well.. I’ll do that after my exams. I suppose it’ll be sort of a delayed celebration or something. At this point, I don’t even feel like celebrating. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m always up for a good party, but with mom getting on my case every 5minutes… 20th February is looking pretty dim. I don’t even feel like planning anything. Not to mention I overspent during the past week. I don’t even know what I did with my money. This is nuts. Now I’m bringing myself down. I suppose when there’s a possibility of not being able to party as hard as you want, dealing with parental and inner issues and with the pressure of finals… I just can’t sit down and plan anything. My mind’s way too occupied. I can’t even plan tomorrow, let alone something a week away. My birthday’s gonna suck mass0r ass.