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Last night I realized why I hate my birthday.

I hate it being so close to Christmas because everybody feels like they don't have enough time to care. Some people are all like "I don't have the money or time to do something for Amy so I'll just say I forgot or roll it into Christmas." Alot of my family does this, sad ain't it? And then there are the people who have the nerve to tell me that oh Christmas is coming and yadda yadda so they couldn't do anything, and tell me this on my birthday no less. I had two of those this year. Rude bastards. It's not the presents or anything like that, its the fact they had the nerve to tell me that they don't care.

Oh and for my favorite, the person who told me they didn't have time, when I know they had celebrated someone's the day before and now have not accknowledged the subject since. That hurt damnit.

EDIT: The person above is still ignoring the subject. Why does this not surprise me?

And all of these people have spring and summer birthdays, so they don't know what it's like getting forgotten in the holiday season. It's my one special day...and it gets fucking crushed by a fat man in a red suit.

I think I'm going to go kill myself over Calc right now. Guess what I have on my interium, a fucking F. Tech's going to love that, yes sir ee!

But then again I doubt anybody would care anyway, so what's the point?