I bought a really expensive gift.
I like to buy presents. I like being first, even more so. So naturally, I want to buy the best, most fantastic present for those that I love. I refuse to fall short when it comes to buying the best thoughtful gift. But you know that feeling you get when the loved one - whom you so desperately sought out to shop for - is let down? Yes, that terrible, terrible feeling. Like your gut is being wrenched out and drowned in disappointment.
Even after hours of research and planning, I still made a mistake. After setting up a plot to get the measurements, transferring $300 to make the purchase, spending another $70 to make the story believable, another $80 to ship it internationally, I may have gotten the wrong size. The perfect present that cost me half a thousand dollars and all my brain power, is going down the drain with my poor, little heart.
I hate myself when I am disappointing, I can’t stand it. Another failure to add to my overflowing sighs. My period really makes me pessimistic…
Sorry for ruining your birthday.