Thursday, March 3, 2011

Weird

It may seem odd to you.
Being sad on your birthday.
It's weird for me when I enjoy mine at all.
My 17th birthday consisted of an itunes gift card my mom got free, Mcdonald's, and a puddle of tears.
I have gotten used to dreading birthdays now.
Another day wasted.
My 16th birthday was amazing though.
Because I felt loved back then.
Because I got what I asked for, and spent the day with someone who (at the time) meant everything to me.
The next year I was completely alone, and with fresh wounds to sew, but no one to sew them for me.
I hope I can make you happy on your big day.
Because you do (still) mean the world to me.

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