This is my last week being 31.  In trying to prepare myself for bringing in the end of this year of mine with what I can foresee being the worst birthday of my life, I've decided to just not acknowledge it when it comes this year.  I've told my family not to do anything.  My current life circumstances are nothing to be celebrated, it would only be painful to have a day reflecting on me and my life.  My pretend birthday was the most traumatic day I can remember in a very long time and I don't need any reasons to replay it in my mind.  Wednesday I give myself the gift of a tattoo to erase a remnant of the old me, and that will be that.  I will be 32 in my mind at that moment and the sunday after will just be another sunday.  32, you better not be an asshole.