I mean, I’ve always thought that the 18th of November was my birthday—I love that date so much (I hate birthdays, but I like the number yk?) Then, a longggggggg time ago, I found out that my ACTUAL birthday is on the 13th of November… like, c’monnnn 13?? I actually feel cursed. No I AM cursed. I hate it so much that I didn’t even tell anyone like only my mom and dad know. But it slipped out of my mouth that today isn’t my birthday, because my friends WANTED TO TELL THE CLASS TO SING (they would nevaahhh)
Anyway, they did it in ethics class, and it was so embarrassing— only like four people sang. So yeah both versions are so damn embarrassing, istggg
I swear I knew I was cursed, but C’MONNN, NOT WITH MY BIRTH DATE TOO?!?!?!??