1:08 a.m. - 06.05.2003
It's My Birthday! Bow down to me!
I can't believe it.
I'm 19.
Doesn't it go without saying that the people close to you should at least be nice to you on your birthday?
Because I didn't do anything wrong. And I hate people getting so fucking pissed off for no good reason.
I know my mom isn't going to get me anything, because I didn't get her anything for mothers' day. Which is fine with me.
I've two Happy Birthday's so far. And not too long after one of them, I get the frustration. The yelling. The fucking storming off. Walking hard as hell everywhere.
I'm selfish. It's my birthday.
Go be pissed some other day.
