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By this time last year, you shattered my heart by telling me you didn't want me, and you'd stay with me until my birthday if I wanted. You fucking did that to me. You wanted to leave and not be with me on my birthday. I had to fight you to stay. You got me last second everything at cvs and didn't give a shit. You may have well as got me nothing!
I didn't touch that damn bag of gifts for months after I threw it behind a chair in my room. You didn't want to be with me clearly since you decided to work and time us to an hour or less to spend time together. I spent more time in my car crying then being with you. You devastated me and made me realize no one gives a crap or wants to celebrate that I've been alive another year. So I don't want to celebrate and be let down like that ever again. I don't want a birthday.
And you know what? This sick feeling in my stomach I feel now is so fucking familiar to how you made me feel last year. Nothing has changed about my birthday, it's about me feeling like crap. I don't want a fucking birthday. There is no gift you can give me that I want. The one thing I want can't be bought. should just fucking cancel the reservations, they were stupid anyway.
Second year in a row, feeling miserable and low. So don't fucking tell me to stop saying I don't have a birthday, I am trying to spare myself the pain. You didn't give a crap but cared enough for two other stupid girls. I'm nothing, so I don't get a birthday.
Poor me, another year rejected. No friends, no love, no family, no career. This is the dream.
I didn't touch that damn bag of gifts for months after I threw it behind a chair in my room. You didn't want to be with me clearly since you decided to work and time us to an hour or less to spend time together. I spent more time in my car crying then being with you. You devastated me and made me realize no one gives a crap or wants to celebrate that I've been alive another year. So I don't want to celebrate and be let down like that ever again. I don't want a birthday.
And you know what? This sick feeling in my stomach I feel now is so fucking familiar to how you made me feel last year. Nothing has changed about my birthday, it's about me feeling like crap. I don't want a fucking birthday. There is no gift you can give me that I want. The one thing I want can't be bought. should just fucking cancel the reservations, they were stupid anyway.
Second year in a row, feeling miserable and low. So don't fucking tell me to stop saying I don't have a birthday, I am trying to spare myself the pain. You didn't give a crap but cared enough for two other stupid girls. I'm nothing, so I don't get a birthday.
Poor me, another year rejected. No friends, no love, no family, no career. This is the dream.