This next week and half are the 12 days I hate the most during the year. My birthday is the Saturday after next.
I hate birthdays. Hate them for many reasons. Horrible birthday memories, and of course the haunting... I'm getting older and I've missed so many things already. Between the two of those, I hate my birthday. Hate it with a passion. I can't say I have ever fully enjoyed one of them. Atleast none of the ones I remember.
19--- Japanese at the mall... 2 days earlier I had my roommate arrested
18--- Sketchy strip club with a buncha drunk guys
17--- Slept
16--- Don't remember, I think Macaronni Grill with the family
15--- Pizza with the boyfriend
14--- Don't remember
13--- A flop of a surprise birthday party
12--- Again don't remmeber
11--- Don't remember
10--- Last time I saw my father. I hate it, I hate the feelings I get around this time. Feelings of being worthless. I'm not the type of person that feels like that.
18--- Sketchy strip club with a buncha drunk guys
17--- Slept
16--- Don't remember, I think Macaronni Grill with the family
15--- Pizza with the boyfriend
14--- Don't remember
13--- A flop of a surprise birthday party
12--- Again don't remmeber
11--- Don't remember
10--- Last time I saw my father. I hate it, I hate the feelings I get around this time. Feelings of being worthless. I'm not the type of person that feels like that.
