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Birthday Blues

My birthday is tomorrow. I never celebrate. Never truly celebrated. There was this one time a friend of mine threw me a party with a live band though. It was nice. Would’ve been nicer if all the people I continually showed up for actually came. Would’ve been nice to have one day of the year when the love and sacrifice I showed them was actually reciprocated. I appreciated it, don’t get me wrong, but overall I felt bad because it was a waste of money in my eyes. I’ve always hated the idea of “my birthday”. I’ve been pondering the last few days as to why I hate it so much. Why in the days leading up to the day, the depression creeps in. It always comes. Every year like clockwork.