Ugh my birthday has come again
Gonna finally say it… I hate my birthday. ok?
It was always a day I was reminded how much my family hates me, and how much I hate myself. I tried for a few years to plan my own parties to ‘make better feelings about it’, but no one would even come. So now its also a day when I remember how little I matter to others.
Now Im turning 26… Its kind of funny. I remember that when I was 16, I swore to myself that I would die before I turned 26.
Now its finally come, and its not that I have anything to live for. Its just stupid obligations that are stopping me. Dumb little stuff, like… I made plans to meet up with someone Wednesday. And I didnt teach my coworker how to run that report yet. And theres no one I can trust with my cat… Stupid obligations to other people (or animals) because other people always matter more to me than myself.
I didnt even try to do anything this year, I learned my lesson from the last few years that I would get even more depressed when it failed. Didnt even have spare money to buy myself something and throw a pity party.
So yea, my birthday is basically just a rude reminder that I spent another year being a stupid waste of space that cant even have the decency to die faster.






