screw that, this is not about someone it's about me, my birthday me, and the truth.
here we go.
today is my birthday, hooray, the end.
i hate my birthday, i hate being excited about my birthday, and everyone let me down at my so called special day.
seriously, i really hate it.
maybe it's because it's my special day, i expect people to care, i expect people to act different toward me, and the point about all of that, i expect something more.
it's hard, it's f*ing hard.
on 19th January during the day, i expect nothing, i really don't.
but when the night comes and ya you know all of a sudden i remember,
"tomorrow is my birthday, what should i wear? should i ask my friends to come? are they gonna come to my house? will i get a lot of presents? what kind of cake that i'll have? do people remember about my birthday?"
stupid thoughts.
i just wish i can skip this date, 20th January, so people will forget, and i have zero expectation about people.
this is the reality believe or not even you said that you don't care about your birthday, deep down inside, you do care, even just a little.
and it's really an unpleasant feeling, when you know nobody really care.
