Do you know what hurts the most? I don’t want to celebrate my birthday anymore. Every year, something goes wrong. Every year, there are tears. So I decided not to celebrate it this year.
I didn’t want a party with my family, and that was fine — until, once again, my lovely aunt decided she wanted to go shopping. I had just finished a week full of exams, and I didn’t want to do anything.
We had a fight.
And then, my little sister, who wanted to go shopping too, couldn’t go because I just wanted to rest. So, again, more crying.
My birthday was even before my exams, but still, somehow, it turned into a problem.
I hate being born. I really do.
When I say I don’t want to celebrate, why is the reaction always, “Why not? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Did we not grow up in the same house? Or am I just the crazy one ?















