Every time my Birthday comes near, I get either have worse things happening to me than ever, or have the worst out of the year...
Let's see...So far the casualties include....
10 (YES....TEN)(?) friendships that could have gone REALLY good...
Countless quizzes, tests, and exams.... (Most recent being my Math Midterm)
My ankles, or some other part of my body...
MY DAMN PATTERNS FOR AE, WHICH IS IN TWO WEEKS
...Not to mention, I have hardly ever celebrated my birthday ON my actual Birthday...the only two times(?) I did was probably all the way back when I was six or something...and that party ended in shambles....And the one I had one with the ten friends, well.....it was considered boring back then for the preteen girls, so they were bored so much...and never came back again...(That wasn't what broke us though...*sigh*).
And then all the other attempts I tried to have....well.......crash and burn....
Maybe I was suppose to be born EMO, because I feel like I've be edging towards being one since...well, whenever........
...Or maybe that's just a result of wanting to be selfless, and yet being selfish (maybe?). Maybe I just want myself to be too much of a saint...
...Think I'll go and chew on some banana peel as a form of torture of hopefully making myself feel that life isn't as bad as chewing that...
...Wait....threw the garbage out just today............darn....
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