Another year, another birthday. You know, I used to be really into my birthday. For as long as I could remember, I'd have big get togethers and really have a good time with friends and good food. It was all about having a good time. But now...life is too real and depressing. I mean, what's the point? Here I am, 24 years old, still living at home (not by choice), not making that much money but I have a family to support, a sister that's the biggest self-absorbed, disrespectful, unappreciative bitch....anyways, yeah. So if you're ever wondering why I'm such an angry bitch, THAT'S WHY.
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Ah...but you do it all with 'grace'. And you're as good a friend as they make. Don't worry Cinderella, your day will come. (And, um, neck snotball? Huh?)
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