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Jan 14, 2008 23:09

My birthday has always, always sucked.

For my sixteenth birthday? I got Finding Nemo. Two weeks late.

For my seventeenth birthday? I got a $14 ring instead of what I asked for, which was a desk. That ring is now broken, because it is a piece of shit.

This year will be no exception.

What I'm getting for my birthday: nothing.

No party, no gifts, nothing.

Because my goddamn mom quit her fucking job, and so my parents aren't giving me a damn thing.

And I've spent all my money to go see the boy I give a shit about.

I have no money.

And now I have to shell out even more so its convienant for HIM, and I am just so SICK of people not giving a shit about what I want or need or feel, when its just supposed to be my turn.

I never get shit. Ever. I'm always the one who gets her presents late, and gets them small, and if I get upset I'm being selfish, and doesn't get a party, and just, fuck.

Goddamn it, I can't wait to get away from all this bullshit and leave and be somewhere no one can find me. That way, when I get nothing, I can pretend its because they don't know where I am, and not because they've never really given that much of a shit before.
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