it must be near my birthday
i'm cranky
nor sleeping well
i hate birthdays
birthdays mean that the past year of my life
was probably wasted
spent doing something stupid
not something that matters
i always make bad choices
i'm a goddamn pessimist on my birthday.
i hate my birthday.
birthdays never go right.
not never...
just since i was old enough to have more control over them.
for my sixteenth birthday
while other kids had huge parties
and big deals
i took at nap
and got pizza with my family.
it was the best birthday ever.
i hate the idea of people getting gifts.
i feel like i owe them something
more than just a thank you.
i wont remember your birthday
i barely remember my own
if it wasn't for people reminding me
i would just forget it.
bleh
birthday...
fuck it.
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