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well my birthday started with a bang, my mom was sick so i went to the store at 33 in the morning to get her some meds, wasnt sure what she liked so i got her 8 different things. didnt get to sleep till around 4, then i got up around 9. my mom gave me one of my gifts. i opened it a few minutes ago, and behold, its broken. just my luck. no one remembers its my birthday. i really dont care, the only good birthday was when i turned 12. my mom got me a puppy then, but really it was to piss of my dad. in short, i hate my birthday. i get gifts to places people want me to go to, or no one remembers. i dont mean to sound so boo hoo no one likes me, but htats the impression that one gets when this happens 4 years in a row