Kuroko no Instagram

Hear Me Out.

Let me just clear this up. This isn't suppose to be a rant but I might get carried away.

There are things I don't ever talk about to anyone IRL, but I'll share this experience right here for anyone that gives a shit.

My 14th Birthday was A Disaster
So last Sunday, February 21st, was my 14th bday.
I absolutely despised everything about that day.
I had to wake up 9:30 am and get ready for my swim meet from 12pm-2pm, I was tired, ticked off and disgusted. My mom came in my room at 9:20 constantly telling me to wake up. At that time, I felt like crying, I tried to ignore her and go back to sleep, but she kept bugging me. After a good 10 minutes of staying in my room watching over me like a hawk, I couldn't hold it in and started crying. What a pussy I am lmfao. She asked me why I was crying this early in the morning and I explained how I'm tired, and I don't want to go to the swim meet on my own birthday. Goddamn it, unlike other moms who pity their child on shit like this, she fucking screamed.
"Get up now, you missed so many practices already, you are not ever allowed to miss for a shitty reason like this, are you injured? are you on your week? no, get out of bed, brush your teeth, breakfast is ready. I paid this tuition and you better pay me back with the effort. Now"

I had to go swimming in a cranky ass mood. Shoutout to a certain person.

When I came back from swim meet, I took a 2 hour shower, so it was around 4 when I got out of the shower. It hit me pretty hard that I spent half of my day doing shit that I HATED : waking up early, hardly eating anything to prevent throwing up in the pool, and washing all that chlorine out of my hair.

I watched 5 episodes of Hamatora, while my parents were taking a nap outside. Bullshitty Huh?
At 6, we got ready to go out to eat, the whole meal, I was talking to my friend, sugar-coating every single thing.
"Hey tiff wyd?"
"Oh, me? I'm celebrating my bday with my parents at a korean BBQ"
"that's great :)"

I'm sorry, no it's not. well until you read this.

When I got home, apparently it was "time to cut the cake", for some reason, my mom was dressed up (with make up and shit) for the whole event, while I was just sitting there with pajama bottoms, an Adidas shirt, and a black flannel. She took pictures of me while I told her not to, because
1. I look like I've just woken up from a coma.
2. I was extremely pissed off
3. I didn't want her to send pictures of my tired ass face to my relatives.
4. I wasn't fucking hungry, I legit just ate. I'm not in the mood for posing, pretending to enjoy the cake, or anything related to this so called celebration.

Oh and guess what?
My own brother forgot about my birthday, he's out of state visiting his GF (long distance relationship rofl)
What a shame.
My cousins didn't realize it was my birthday when my mom sent the photos. Wanna know what they said?
"Nice cake! whose bday is it?"
you piece of shit, whose birthday is it? well fuck, how would I know? do you not see my fucking face in the pic with the cake that CLEARLY SAYS happy bday tiffany? No? WELL Fuck you then, someone help me.

And that's the end of my horrible birthday, I feel a bit better now.
Thanks for reading this crap.
I'll update when I feel like it.
*It's 1 in the morning right now, I have school tomorrow, sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm not gonna check.*