HAPPY ALMOST MOTHER FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME!

  

The sad fucking truth.

I think that the worst most saddest part about this is that EVERY FUCKING TIME I TRY TO TALK ABOUT MYSELF OR MY PLANS FOR MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO MY FUCKING MOTHER MY FUCKING CUNT OF A SISTER HAS TO BUTT IN AND TALK ABOUT HER OWN MOTHER-FUCKING BIRTHDAY BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN SHE IS THE MOST FUCKING IMPORTANT PERSON ON EARTH AND IS THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS. I mean, come one people really? I know I'm not exactly the most out spoken person, I know that I don't ALWAYS say what I want and demand that I get it served to me on a FUCKING SILVER PLATER! However, that doesn't make my voice/wants/needs any less important than anyone else's. I did literally NOTHING for my sixteenth birthday because every time someone was talking about birthdays it somehow skipped mine and went straight to my dear ol' sister's as per usual. FOR FUCKING ONCE can we not revolve around her and her bullshit and like focus on me? GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, I guess not eh. That's just too much to ask for isn't it.  Things have gotten better.

F.U.C.K. Y.O.U. A.L.L.