A Whole Lotta Nothing

BIRTHDAY...

Mmmk so, I don't like my birthday.

Everybody else's... I'm for it, I will happily oblige to making your day so damn amazing,you'll be talking about it until you're next. But my birthday is different. I don't care simply because I don't find it necessary.

First of all, it's right after the kids open Christmas presents and the parents have to deal with the big guy in red and white, and right before everybody makes New Year's resolutions that they'll break and have one night where making bad decisions is common. Nobody wants to come down from their after Christmas high and/or exhaustion or stop their planning to deal with me getting older. Not a damn person.

Nearly everybody forgets, anyways. So why the hell can't I say I'm an alien that was zapped into civilization and have no birthday?

Not only that, I feel like the people who do remember, honestly don't care that much or simply said a Happy Birthday out of pity.

I don't need that.

Go away.

Ya ass muncher.

Even my own parents, don't always remember.

Alright, I'm ranting.

Oh wait, it's my book. I'm ALLOWED to.

Yeah, yeah, I may seem ungrateful but a get a birthday on the 29th of December, and then talk to me mmk?

Oh Yeah...

Happy birthday to me...