Yesterday was my birthday. My parents took me out to P.F. Chang's for dinner. I really wanted to enjoy this simple outing with the family, but the whole time my brother was babbling and carrying on like a 4 year-old, my sister kept waving her camera in my face, and my mom was yelling at me for wanting to go out and chill with my friends. So, the whole time I felt like I was about to have a panic attack (not as a figure of speech, I've actually been diagnosed with "extreme anxiety" lately), and then I got this fortune cookie... and I threw up in my mouth and had to run to the bathroom so I could hyperventilate in peace.

WORST... BIRTHDAY... DINNER... EVER...