Because things go wrong on my birthday.
Because everybody forgets my birthday.
Because those who do remember are "notified".
Because deep down I want to have a great birthday were all the people I care about come over to my house and bring me gifts and love, a birthday were I am not forgotten and were I can have fun, a birthday were people actually care about me and aren't just there to "kill time".
Because deep down I want to have a great day but my hopes are so high that they literally kill me.
I hate my birthday
and it's partially my fault.
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