Oh say say say...oh say say say..wait, they don't love you like I love you...
Meeehh Birthday...and ain't it a wonder???
I didn't expect this! this...treatment from everyone.
To me, my Birthday is just a birthday and nothing more.
There's really nothing to celebrate, because I think there should be celebrations in the things that I accomplish, not when I was helpless baby needing everything from somebody else.
But to add...birthdays are none-the-less enjoyable.
So I get to school this morning. Nobody "really" knowing that it was my birthday and math is kind of slow.
Until Abel comes in and asks, "is there a Jasmine in here?"
I of course stand up and walk to the door where is mom is standing in the hallway and everyone in the class room is staring.
I hug him and say thank you, because if I could blush, I'd be blushing.
Hunnicutt asks, "who was he?" and I say, "just a friend."
I sit back down where I just want to be invisible for the time being, that is until I look at the bag Abel handed to me and realize that it's a chocolate cake from Moonstruck, or moonlight CAFE...
I was just there the previous night.
Elena and Abel and Virna gave me an announcement, mentioning to everyone listening that it was my b-day.
It was really sweet, really really sweet...and if I was all emotional and "giddy" like I probably would have cried tears of joy.
People care, and that's what gets me so sadly happy...
I went to that poetry reading the night before with Kayla and it was cool listening to people cite and watching people read...I didn't place; I can't say that I expected to, but I wasn't disappointed, because I was having a good time and I even got to play my Uke in front of everyone and sing them a very "poetic song," here it is:
Tell her you love her, Tell me to love
as sad eyes decieve her. Cause I've given up
Will someone love her? Before you break me
Take her as a lover? Take me and break me...
Soon enough I'll go home on the bus, to a mom and dad that are happy to celebrate my birthday as a family...but to parents who didn't have "time" to spend it with their daughter who just turned 16 on her B-day.
This isn't fair... I don't like to sit back and watch my sister suffer from being so "ignored" when I myself can't "get it right" and when I can't help her one bit.
If I wasn't so emotionally stable in front of people I'd cry right now.
But I'll wait when I'm all alone, because that's when the tears come so easily.
I didn't expect this! this...treatment from everyone.
To me, my Birthday is just a birthday and nothing more.
There's really nothing to celebrate, because I think there should be celebrations in the things that I accomplish, not when I was helpless baby needing everything from somebody else.
But to add...birthdays are none-the-less enjoyable.
So I get to school this morning. Nobody "really" knowing that it was my birthday and math is kind of slow.
Until Abel comes in and asks, "is there a Jasmine in here?"
I of course stand up and walk to the door where is mom is standing in the hallway and everyone in the class room is staring.
I hug him and say thank you, because if I could blush, I'd be blushing.
Hunnicutt asks, "who was he?" and I say, "just a friend."
I sit back down where I just want to be invisible for the time being, that is until I look at the bag Abel handed to me and realize that it's a chocolate cake from Moonstruck, or moonlight CAFE...
I was just there the previous night.
Elena and Abel and Virna gave me an announcement, mentioning to everyone listening that it was my b-day.
It was really sweet, really really sweet...and if I was all emotional and "giddy" like I probably would have cried tears of joy.
People care, and that's what gets me so sadly happy...
I went to that poetry reading the night before with Kayla and it was cool listening to people cite and watching people read...I didn't place; I can't say that I expected to, but I wasn't disappointed, because I was having a good time and I even got to play my Uke in front of everyone and sing them a very "poetic song," here it is:
Tell her you love her, Tell me to love
as sad eyes decieve her. Cause I've given up
Will someone love her? Before you break me
Take her as a lover? Take me and break me...
Soon enough I'll go home on the bus, to a mom and dad that are happy to celebrate my birthday as a family...but to parents who didn't have "time" to spend it with their daughter who just turned 16 on her B-day.
This isn't fair... I don't like to sit back and watch my sister suffer from being so "ignored" when I myself can't "get it right" and when I can't help her one bit.
If I wasn't so emotionally stable in front of people I'd cry right now.
But I'll wait when I'm all alone, because that's when the tears come so easily.