The problem with birthdays is that we expect everything to change.
We think that overnight our faerie godmothers will come and sprinkle dusk over us.
Thinking that when we wake we will be the little princesses finding amazing meals and silken gowns.
Our expectations are set so high that we believe people and situations will differ from the norm.
The reality is this:
When we wake nothing has changed.
Because there is no faerie godmother. There is no glorious feasts or magnificent gifts.
The poverty that once was still is. The angry people are still angry.
Hearts are still broken. Feelings are still ignored.
There is no ball.
For me there is only one thing that's for sure.
Instead of midnight ending it all and changing everything back to the way it was..
Midnight only ends it. Nothing changed in the first place.
I was never a princess.
Something is still wrong with me.