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So today is my 18th birthday. Happy birthday to me. Or is it? Last night I had a birthday dinne with my aunt and uncle which went horribly, from which I then retired to bed. I received a call from my mom at midnight, wishing me a happy birthday. Mu aunt and uncle told me they didn't get me anything, and I knew I wasn't going to be getting anything anyways. I really wanteed to just have a nice birthday, for once. On my 16th, my aunt and uncle forgot and didn't remember until the 21st. On my 17th, everyone was too inhebriated to actually accomplish anything, so I made pizza and went to bed. I don't even want to go into detail about the other ones. Plus, mostly everyone forgot about it, so I am not going to make a big deal of it anyways. I just really want to leave and just spend some time to myself. I feel like a piece of shit. Everyone else seems to have a great birthday, people smiling, wishing them the best, talking about what they plan to do to celebrate such an occasion, but not me. I always seem to imagine and fanticize about what I would want it to be like. My parents waking me up with a greeting, spending time with my friends, people wishing me the best, comming back and receiving the one thing that I really wanted. I know, it sounds pathetic, but that is how I have always wanted my birthday to be. We always seem to want what we can't have. I think I am going to skip the last two sets of the day and go do something for myself for once. Not having to do with anyone else, just by myself. If not, then oh well, I tried and failed at making the best of this almost nonexistent birthday, and have to endure the incessant whine of my educators for another hour and a half.
I want to escape...
I want to escape...