Its my Birthday, but I haven't been able to do anything to celebrate. Today is the last day I've got to work on my final essay for my summer course so I've got to do that instead. I was told its a sign of adulthood working on my birthday but still I'd rather be on a beach somewhere playing Borderlands 2 with a naked redhead.
I spent two birthdays in a row in critical condition with major surgeries following up.
Never really cared much for my birthday, anyways. Unless you're in a warzone or involved with crime, living one more year isn't much of an accomplishment.
Just a few years ago, everyone from the family used to come to my birthdays.
We had cake, I had presents, everything was dandy.
No I only get a shitty "happy birthday" on facebook or they send me an SMS.
Growing up sucks.