Birthday (buhth·dei) is a day where everyone forgets one second after you tell someone, they don't even care. Birthday is the day where you are dragged out of Joe Mama to eternal hell.
Person 1: It's my Birthday tomorrow
Person 2: ok
the next day...
Person 1: Yay it's my birthday
Person 2: Your Mom Gay
Birthday
- the day you were born
- celebrating you surviving another year
- one year CLOSER to death c:
- the day you get to do anything you want
girl: "OMG its my birthday!!"
people: *giving you gifts*
~then realizing you are one year closer to death~
The day I wanna be happy and satisfied with but I never managed it. Also, a day for which I really hope and expect that everyone will be kind to me.
Day when I want to see my friends but it turns out to day, when I realize that I don't have friends
ME: Hey, do you want to come to my birthday celebration IN 3 WEEKS?
EVERYONE: I can't, but I'll remember to congratulate you
*birthday*
They didn't remember congratulating me.
A free pass for your parents to act unnecessarily shitty to you, your siblings, and everyone around you. Therefore, making you resent them and making the word "parents" synonyms with "torturers" or "bitches" or "people I fucking hate" :)
For anyone wondering, yes it is my birthday, yes my parents have made is horrible, no I am not suprised. I hope your day is better than mine. Send prayer please.
My mother, whom I call Mal, which is short for Malicious, her most obvious trait, hobbled into my room to wake me up the morning of my Birthday, she smelled of Cabernet and evil. The way her voice sounded when she told me Happy Birthday, she sounded as if someone was grabbing her foot from under my bed and forcing her to say it.
The remembrance of the time when you were set up for a life long suffering.