The year always starts out wrong...
We always end up doing the things YOU want whenever YOU want. Even during my "special" day, it's still always up to YOU. I don't get any leeway. I effing hate my birthday. Crappy things always happen. You'd think people would want to make you happy during that day, but nooooooooooooo... they, being how selfish humans normally are, are still out to make themselves happy. I hate it. I hate this house. I can't stand being here anymore. With all their drama. With all the people making it worse. I want to leave. I hate my birthday. I hate, hate HATE my birthday.
Effing Lit play. I effing don't wanna act. I effing don't. Piece of... Rrrr... Pissing me off...