What's so big about a birthday? I mean, you're only getting a year older. All the presents, the cakes, blah blah blah. All my birthday brings if frickin tears to me. My dad is just a frickin asshole! He'll just yell at me, oh why are you bringing this up, that up, how much are you fucking asking for! I asked for my favorite food my mom makes to eat at home, no we should go out, have fun and find a place you wanna go to, blah blah fucking blah! Dad finds out I'm looking, I say oh this place would be kinda funn, nope he's gotta get mad at me and yell then when I talk normally, it's don't fucking yell at me! I'm fucking sick of his shit!
If whoever reads this always has a good birthday, that's good for you, everyone deserves to be happy on theirs.
Mine? Who the fuck cares.
~Jamie Elizabeth
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