March 1st

that wretched day was my birthday. I just turned 16, I didn’t expect anyone to know about my birthday and even with Facebook, no one knew about it. I don’t blame them. They ain’t reliable people and I don’t talk to them enough. Also I used to never celebrate my bday. The only gift I got was a 5 finger discount off a pair of earphones at best buy and panda express that I paid for myself. Only good thing about that day was seeing my beautiful and amazing cousin jasmine whom is related to me so I can’t get her because I fell in love with her after a while. Anyways I looked forward to being all alone in my house, wishing this one girl to come over and give me birthday sex. I knew she wasn’t going to come and I think I kind of want to stay a virgin, stay innocent… Anyways my birthdays always suck. I remember crying one night because I was spoiled at age 8 or so and my mom, knowing we don’t celebrate my birthday, bout me a shitty lil remote control car and I got angry because it only went forwards and backwards and I cried that night because my mom was sweet n nice. Still cry about it to this day. I despise my fuckin dad and love my mom, and also despise birthdays… Fuck my life