Happy birthday to me, eh?

Finally 26 and finally over that bastard. It still hurts a little, but I'm okay now.

I guess I can relate to that song that says "I've got 99 problems but you ain't one".

I feel like I can smile genuinely for the first time in a while. I'd say 5 years, but that's a bit overdramatic.

But I still get bullied at work. I honestly don't know what Iris's problem is. I wish she would leave me alone.

I was in a good mood this morning and she must've sensed it because she cornered me and taunted me until I began to tear up a little.

She laughed and said it's easy to make me cry.

I guess it is.

I don't know why I care so much, I should be used to people hating me by now. I feel all anyone does is hate me.

There must be something inherently unlikeable about me. I mean, I'm ugly, but I don't know if that has anything to do with it.

Dad tells me I'm not, and Chris always called me cute, but his opinion is not credible anymore.

Why can't I stay in a good mood for one measly day?