B-day’s suck, they really really do suck, you know that.
i really do hate b-days. for those that didn’t know yesterday was my b-day.
asshole people. i hate b-days, my grandma remembered, my aunt’s and cousing
remembered, well most of them. my parents, my dad remembered, he sent me a
package, my mom, nope, she forgot, my mom’s side of the family, nope they
all forgot to. assholes. i know i’m not any better, but yeah, i at least call
and say happy b-day and shit. no one called me, sent me anything, bastards,
i hate b-days, i just wish i had someone here to sit and lay my head on thier
chest and just cry. speaking o such a person, danny did remember, we talked
for a while last night. that was nice. well i’m still pissed about b-day’s
so i’m leaving now.