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2:16 a.m. - 2001-06-04 I doubt that anyone will remember. Any of my friends, I mean. My mom has already gotten me something, I'm sure my aunt will remember. But as far as anyone non-family, no one's gonna remember. That's one of the thing that I hate my life. Not that people should remember my b-day and get me presents. The presents don't matter, duh. I hate the fact that I'm overlooked. In my school, so many people's lockers get decorated when it's their b-day. Mine will probably look exactly the same as it does now: bare. Birthdays... I've cried at almost all of younger b-day parties. I think I stopped when I was 10. In the 5th grade, I invited everyone from my class to my party. No one came. My family was there, but you know ... you give out 20-25 invitations and ZERO people show up of those who got the invitations... I don't know, it's just a little disappointing and a bit much on my self-esteem. I would talk about my self-esteem and how that's been constantly fluctuating since I hit puberty, but we've delve into that in another entry... Last year, I had a surprise party. I was surprised. I almost cried. Because I was happy and because I was sad. People actually remembered me! =) ... But my mom probably had to remind them, so a bittersweet party it was. I wanted a Sweet 16 at Chuck E. Cheese last years, but it was a nice party... So, here it is. I'm turning 17 at precisely 9:42p.m. June 5th. Happy Birthday to me...
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