Its your birthday song, it isn’t very long
It arrives every year, that meaningless date of your birthday. I loathe my birthday. I loathe everything about it. It makes me miss my mom so much because I would not have a birthday if it weren’t for her. I miss her terribly and just try not to think about it much because it is painful and sad and hollow and terrible and I have this great life I try hard to focus on but then WHAMO. Birthday.
I hate all the singing that goes along with it. Mostly because people sing AT YOU. I don’t like that. Having people sing happy birthday to me is like seeing people in plushy costumes-yick.
I hate people buying me presents and I don’t get to get other people anything.
I like cake.
I miss my mom. And my grandmother. I mostly miss people who are related to me and have known me forever caring that I lived another year.
SO dramatic, right? Sheesh.
I make myself nauseous. Really, I do.