happy birthday me
Posted by bronwen wild on Thursday, November 28, 2013
my 15th i spent at school, then at band practice, only to go home, and sleep.
I spent my sweet 16 at home, in bed, with my boyfriend. i had a few presents and a cake.
my 17th was spent in the cold with a friend. there were meant to be 5 of us, the rest of the bailed.
it's my 18th in a week. my dad wont be here, my brother hasnt bothered to get me anything and i dont have a singe plan.
im so tired of people asking why i dont like christmas and why i dont like my birthday. my birthday is just a reminder of how little i mean to people and christmas is the same with an added, "look at how little family you have, notice how you're mother isnt here, on the holiday for family, on the holiday you remember her being best at, feel miserable as people hate on you for hating a time of year when everything you look at reminds you that you have a dead mother."
and my dad has got me these presents... but because he's going away he's wrapped them and put them downstairs...as if i wont want to open them in the week until my birthday... but it seems dumb... having to wait until my birthday... they are right there and he wont be here anyway. it's just going to be a fucking monday. my birthday wont matter in the slightest, i'll still hhave to go to engadgement and i'll still have no plans other than eating my weight in food. but this year my dad has actually bought me nice things, rather than just throwing some money at me, and i'd rather just appriciate them, than have to acciciate them with one of the shittest days of the year. i dont know if that will make sense to anyone else, i cant quite put what i mean into words right... so that probably isnt right... but eh. im tired and cba with this whole birthday shit.
I spent my sweet 16 at home, in bed, with my boyfriend. i had a few presents and a cake.
my 17th was spent in the cold with a friend. there were meant to be 5 of us, the rest of the bailed.
it's my 18th in a week. my dad wont be here, my brother hasnt bothered to get me anything and i dont have a singe plan.
im so tired of people asking why i dont like christmas and why i dont like my birthday. my birthday is just a reminder of how little i mean to people and christmas is the same with an added, "look at how little family you have, notice how you're mother isnt here, on the holiday for family, on the holiday you remember her being best at, feel miserable as people hate on you for hating a time of year when everything you look at reminds you that you have a dead mother."
and my dad has got me these presents... but because he's going away he's wrapped them and put them downstairs...as if i wont want to open them in the week until my birthday... but it seems dumb... having to wait until my birthday... they are right there and he wont be here anyway. it's just going to be a fucking monday. my birthday wont matter in the slightest, i'll still hhave to go to engadgement and i'll still have no plans other than eating my weight in food. but this year my dad has actually bought me nice things, rather than just throwing some money at me, and i'd rather just appriciate them, than have to acciciate them with one of the shittest days of the year. i dont know if that will make sense to anyone else, i cant quite put what i mean into words right... so that probably isnt right... but eh. im tired and cba with this whole birthday shit.
