messed up birthday confession.

Happy Birthday Lavender. There at least SOMEONE said it. This has been the suckiest Birthday EVER! I mean, my team lost, the team I LOATHE won, I got nothing, but that damned sister of mine got stuff. I hate my family, especially the extended part, I didn't get what I wanted for dinner, I had to drive my pissy smelly aunt home, tis freakin blows. I need out. I have to or I will go mad. I mean, I cried earlier, and I know I cry a lot, but this was sincere. I hate it. Nothing ever goes my way, and my car smells awful! It's almost like everyone forgot today was special to me. freakin idiots! I hate it all! I need to go away, maybe I will get married to the next person who looks appealing, or even the next person who asks. (is there really a differnce?) I have been so depressed since Thomas died, and it wasn't because of his death, just the repercussions. Geezer movin in, Pissy soming every sunday. Freakin sucks. Ok, I'm off to go cry myself to sleep.