As everyone wishes me a Happy Birthday, I can't help but laugh wildly on the inside. Happy? What's so happy about it? Today is the shittiest birthday I've ever had. In all my attempts to get through the day with a smile on my face, I have failed. I hate today. No, I despise today. Today should have never happened. Well, at least not the way it should have. I hate this feeling. Being alone. On my birthday. Because I am alone.
I can't even tell my mom what's on my mind, and she's the one I run to for everything. I hate that I'm not telling her what's going on and how I'm feeling because she worries about me too much. But I just can't tell her. I can't tell anyone.
What are you afraid of? Or do you just not care at all?
I'm sick of being called on my crap. It's time you're called on yours.
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