MISCELLANEOUS
Thursday, July 29, 2010 .
so on the 9th day in my 17th year of life, people are excited about sister's birthday. lobsters, crabs, wine. none of my thing.
what pissed me off the most is when they're deciding on a cake.
Baskin Robins ice cream cake?
yeah why not?
duuh, not for the youngest, that is.
what did they answer me when I asked for one?
they said we were broke and we've got to cut cost!
so what now? we've won a lottery in 9 days?
I practically hate everything about being me and myself, except the fact that I have crazy whacky friends.
and only they know what I think.
my own mother doesn't even know what I like the best. and my family doesn't even care much about me, when their bank accounts clearly show the decline in income. yeah, money matters more than the youngest daughter.
my family have never made me cry on my birthdays. okay, maybe once. but that was out of loneliness and sadness. for the first time my friends made me cry on my birthday when I turned 15. because I'm a pure fangirl and what fangirls want is just simply, simply their idols, virtual or real, or just simply anything about them. and they know that. and the second time I cry on birthday was just 9 days ago. it's like heaven in school and when the bell rings I'm all alone in my isolated world at home again.
/brb gotta clean up the wet keyboard