I hereby
Give up on ever having a good birthday

Because clearly it just isn't going to happen.

This is the third year in a row.

A pattern has been formed.

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Why are you doing this to me?
Why?
This year was supposed to be special.
I'm turning 18 and you promised to make it special.
You fucking promised.
This is a once in a life time thing and I'm not asking for anything but your time.
I just want to be with you.
Why is that so fucking much to ask?

You saw me last night.
What's the difference between Wednesday and Saturday besides a few days?
I don't fucking get it.
Why are ruining what was supposed to be the best birthday of my life...

Do you even know why it was going to be the best?
Because I would've fucking spent it with you, damnit.
That's why.

Do you even understand how upset about this I am?
I don't understand you because you don't make any freaking sense.
I don't fucking want to go to Touch Bass.
Do you just want me to go so you don't feel as guilty?
Because I'm bound to get really fucked up and have a good time regardless of how upset I'm going to be to be in Tampa without you?
I would rather just lay in bed with you all day cuddling.
Even if you were going to be depressed the whole time, and never smiled, I wouldn't fucking care.
I just want to fucking be with you.

I don't want to go to Touch Bass.
I just want to spend my birthday alone
Because clearly, its nothing special anyway.




To anyone who reads this
It wasn't really for your eyes.
So don't act upon it in anyway
And don't give any crap to the person who this entry was directed at
Because honestly, you don't know the story.
But I love you guys.
<3

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