here it comes again,
my birthday.
i hate my birthday.
always probably will.
all everyone asks me is what i'm doing,
and when i say nothing it's a big thing.
does anyone care that it's my birthday?
no.
nobody will even be at my house in my birthday apart from myself.
my mother,
completely different country.
my dad,
work.
my brother,
somewhere.
everyone else,
busy.
oh well,
only a few years left.