Time Suckage

As another birthday rapidly approaches, I wonder why I get so angry. Birthdays are times of celebration, cake, presents. But each year I end up in a ball on my couch rocking and crying...At what? I think I have finally figured it out. I am mourning the loss of time, the days I didn't do all of the things I was supposed to do this year. For example, write an award winning novel, get married, lose 30 pounds. Time will forever be an enemy which is both ironic and useless to resist. Because even as I write this, time continues to pass, fleetingly by.