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happy birthday!
On the day of September 28, 1986; I was born. Twenty one years later I was sitting at my computer playing with my online pets, on an account that I'd created when i was around thirteen. By three p.m., I was at Mcdonalds, cleaning up baby vomit, mopping up pee, and making french fries. It didn't matter though, because i had planned on using saturday for my special day and that wasn't until tomorrow.

The loony bin comedy club was where i bought my first legal alcoholic drink. It was where i'd wanted to be all year, the anticipation I'd let lead up to that night was unbelievable. The rule of twenty one to enter had only been added the previous year, right after I had turned twenty. Remembering all the fun always had there with friends; I wanted to go back. It amazes me how  much I can wish, hope, dream, and pray and still not get what I want.

I did go to the comedy club on saturday, and saw a comedian i'd seen three times prior. I ordered my first "fishbowl" drink that had a lot of alcohol in it; that didn't have any effect.I was bored and didn't get to do anything else after the show because my boyfriend's teeth were hurting. We stayed with friends that weekend and I felt awful because they weren't having fun.

  I always remember my birthdays. When I turned eighteen, the mother that gave birth to me and had a hand in raising me, got me a chocolate cake. Apparently she had forgotten that I don't like chocolate and then she lost the birthday card she got me. The card was found the next week on the street ran over.  At nineteen, after moving to a different state, the entire family forgot my birthday, as well as my roommates. I spent that day arguing with my roommate because I'd cleaned up the livingroom and chunked his things into his room. At twenty, I broke up with my boyfriend who couldn't take me being over emotional anymore.

  Given my bad streak of birthdays, I've decided never to have one again. Unrealistic I know, but from now on the day I was born will be just another day. Sometimes I wish other people would care that I am on this planet. Maybe some day they will. Until then though, my birthdays have been called off






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