I wrapped her gifts. I made her cake. I was there for her birthday, unlike Justin, who left early. All that means nothing because I didn't get her a fucking card? Fuck you too mom.
We will never be good enough for her.

Somebody kill me. Really. I just single handedly ruined dad's birthday ( Read more... )

Ok, so I have to do the whole birthday thing, which, for some reason, no longer seems like such a big deal. God I feel old ( Read more... )