...about birthdays?
Today is my birthday. I turn twenty-one today, and that makes me of legal age to drink and, I think, gamble where I live.
But I don't like my birthday. Why? I just don't, really. Everyone says "oh have a happy birthday!" or "hope your day is special and awesome!" I hear stories about people having amazing days full of friends, and craziness, and happiness. Mine birthdays are never like that. It's in May, so whenever it falls on a weekend, normally a Saturday, everybody's busy with sports and whatnot, so no one's ever available to really see me. Especially my own family, not that I really care anymore. They're all so loud and obnoxious all the time. I really just couldn't care less. Everything always seems to go wrong or the day just ends prematurely. Yelling, screaming, fighting. It doesn't matter. It's just another day of the year, to me. To everybody. It just doesn't matter.
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