I hate my birthday because I'm depressed all year round so celebrating it just does not make any sense.
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I hate my birthday because I'm depressed all year round so celebrating it just does not make any sense.
Last edited by letmego3; 18th September 2012 at 06:20 PM.
I hate telling people my birthday... they won't get me anything anyway, or even remember.
But I feel like a hypocrite for asking their birthday. In my defence, it's like a reflex, when someone asks yours, you ask them back.. I guess... (haha)
My birthday's always during the final exams time, so nobody has the time to care for me. I hate my birthday.. :/
When I stop to think about, celebrate this day would be like celebrate the day my father proved that he is the most motherfucking asshole of the world by leaving home when my mom's water broke and the contractions started. Is also celebrating the fact that I almost died when I was born, but I think I WOULD celebrate that.
But leaving all this things aside, I just don't like the birthday party. It's nothing but a bunch of people acting like they care about you, giving shitty presents and eating for free at your house. Next year, if I'm not gone, I'll be 18. My plans are of being locked in my room for the whole day, browsing the net and refusing any human contact for the whole day. Unless from my mom, who is the best person of the world (and I don't recognize this enough), from my stepfather, which I like to call "dad" more than my real father, and IF some miracle happens, from the girl I'm in love since almost the beggining of the year.
"Life is losing friends"
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I hate my bday as well...remembering the day I was born, the child nothing like her parents wanted. Sometimes we celebrate, I get a few cards & wishes. But, to me, it's just another day to recall how I've totally failed.
I'm in my mid-30's. I was supposed to have a family & career by now, not living off a pt job & assistance. As I turn another year older, I compare myself to those I graduated with who proudly talk of their childrens' accomplishments & their careers. What do I have to talk about, spending years eduring abuse & then in a psych hospital? Yeah, that's really a life to celebrate.
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