You see this girl you know in school, on her birthday, all of her friends race each other to wish her first. Some even baked chocolate chip cupcakes (Her favorite!) and even iced em' themselves. Some got her chocolates and wrapped it with a ribbon. Some even got her fancy gifts. They even threw her a surprise party with balloons and a birthday cake. Boy, she had it good. Best part was, no one even forgot her birthday, they all knew.
Indeed, she had it good. Well what about me? Haha, let's just say, my birthdays were and will always be, the worst day of my life. I guess it just comes to show that the day I was brought on to Earth was just the worst day ever.
On my 9th birthday, I threw a party at my house. Guess how many people came? Two.
On my 12th birthday, I threw another party. One that cost about 3k, sucked like hell and my boyfriend at the time was cheating on me with my very own bestfriend, right infront of me.
On my 14th birthday, all my "friends" where all fucking bitches, one of them made me cry, another actually forgot my birthday and was harsh to me because she had a rough day, some of them didn't even bother to celebrate. The only thing decent about my 14th birthday was that my boyfriend at the time, he was the only thing that kept me by. Funny how CHICKS OVER DICKS didn't make any sense anymore. Until now.
Now my birthday is getting closer and I tell myself to not expect anything, cause I know nothings gonna happen. I'll just end up with a heartbreak and disappointment. Cause that's just it, you get your hopes up only to get shot down. People you thought cared about you, just turns out to be soul sucking demons. Everything just didn't make sense all of a sudden, you once thought, "Hey, what goes around comes around." But no it doesn't. You do everything, you give and never receive. People take and break. You start wonder, why does shit always happen to me, you get traumatized and start being content with failure.
I hate Septembers. I just really really hate Septembers.
