It's the eve of my birthday.
The last time I was this sad was when my parents thought it a good idea to put me center stage through their divorce.
Birthdays suck. Birthdays shouldn't even be celebrated. It's so commercial. So who gives a fuck that you were born 17 years ago? Even you wished you weren't. And the nature of birthdays allows it to be a complete disappointment. You look forward to it. You expect stuff. You make it your 'special day'.
Well, get over it. It's just any other fucking day on the calender. Nothing to celebrate about.
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