failure

i came on here to write a story, and now i just feel too sick to do it.
instead, i'll complain.
i don't know what to do for my 21st birthday because in the time between my last one and this one, i've lost all of my friends. i really only have about 2 that would come, and neither of them will be old enough to go out with me. so it looks like dinner with the family and a ceremonial trip to a liquor store alone? so much for the huge party my uncle keeps trying to plan at some club, i'd be one of those sweet 16 girls who's so terrible no one even wanted to be on mtv if it meant being around her.
by the by,
i'm sick.