... stare


My birthday is in 3 days. I'll be turning 21.

I have the sneaking suspicion that someone is going to ruin my birthday. I know who it is and i have a good idea what's going to happen. And i'm trying really hard not to cry because of it.

I am sick and tired of being nice to people. All i want is one day, ONE ******** DAY, when it's about me. When my "friends" can get together and celebrate the fact that i was born. Just one.

And i doubt that's going to happen.


And the kicker? The person that's going to ruin my birthday is someone that i have gone out of my way to be nice to. A person that i have spent time and money and energy trying to make feel better about themself. A person that stabbed me in the back after i went out of my way to be kind to them. A person who stabbed me in the back and continued to do things that "hurt my feelings." And even after all of that i still drive 20 minutes to comfort them when they call me up crying at midnight... yeah that's the person that's going to ruin my birthday. Yay. I'm so glad i was born.


And to top it all off... i'm not going to tell anymore how angry and sad and pissed off i am. I'm going to say "no it's cool i guess" when they say "oh i'm sorry i just blah blah blah" right. whatever.