My One Special Day Down the Drains.

Thank you SO MUCH for making my first and last 15th birthday the WORST birthday ever. If not that. At least let me thank you for making today horrible. Thank you for screaming at me about my grades when I wake up. I wasn’t expecting you guys to do anything special today, but I didn’t need a lecture about how I didn’t try hard enough. And to make it worse, because you always find a need to, you tell me that you hate me.

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Wow, thank you so much. And let me save you guys the trouble - I don’t need a damn cake or fucking presents. You’ve already said what you’ve wanted to say and a bunch of sweets and wrapped up boxes won’t change a thing. And when it turns 4:01 p.m. I’ll wish myself happy birthday and do exactly what you want me to do.

I’ll study.