Every fucking year. I don’t even want to celebrate my birthday anymore. It just keeps getting worse. Everyone is throwing their shit at me and I’m tired of it. No one gives a fuck about me or making this day special, especially since my 21st birthday is a huge milestone. My birthdays have sucked ever since my 16th birthday. I can’t remember a single good birthday after that because it was probably so bad that I forced myself to forget it.
All year. They had all year to come to me with this bullshit and I wouldn’t have been this upset. But noooo. They want to wait for my birthday to fuck it all up. That’s great.
I bought a dress for tomorrow that I don’t even want to wear anymore. I don’t want to do anything. For what? I’m not going to celebrate alone. Fuck everyone bringing up problems that’s been going on for 8 years and decided that now would be a good time to fix them. FOH. I don’t even want to come “home” tomorrow night - or ever.