Rule # 5: Never choose a guy/girl over your friends, otherwise you might end up having neither.
Rule # 3: If you’re stupid enough to bitch about another person to their best friend don’t be suprised when you get busted.
Rule # 2: Don’t sit there helpless just waiting for someone to ‘resuce’ you. Chances are no one is coming.
Rule # 1: Don’t hold expectations for other people. That way you can’t be dissapointed because people will let you down more than you’d like to think.
So yeah I decided to draw another Pic depicting how i feel when really i should be working on uni stuff -.- I’m the worst procrastinator
mirikalj answered your question: I hate my own Birthday
You should have been a friend of mine. I would always care.
I wish had friends like you <3
I hate my own Birthday
I never would have picked myself to become the type of person who hates their own birthday, who literally dreads the day. I mean what’s there to hate? It’s the one day a year where it’s all about you. Friends give you presents, people wish you a happy birthday and for one small 24 hour span a year everyone you care about gets to make you feel special and loved.
But all that hope and excitement for me any way is followed and crushed by one simple thing, utter disappointment. It’s not about not getting the right present, because I learnt not to have high expectations. Not everyone’s rolling around in cash. No it’s the thought that counts and that’s what makes me hate my own birthday so much.
Imagine waking up one day and realising that the people that you care about the most don’t care that much about you. If you can envision that then welcome to a birthday in the life of me. In the past two years alone I’ve had my parents forget it, my friend’s neglect it and an idiot that I was dating at the time refuse to acknowledge it. Now that I think of it that’s the same loser dumped me a week before my birthday one year.
It reduces you to feeling like shit when after putting in effort to make sure everyone else feels wonderful on their special day to only realise that no one is willing to do the same for you. It can also make you appear petty when you try and explain why you hate birthdays to others. A turning point for me was when I only received 2 presents on my birthday, one from my parents and another from one of my friends. My best friends got me nothing. It wasn’t the lack of gifts that upset me it was the lack of thought and general caring. I mean I tried really hard to make their birthdays special. I even forked out $50 (which was quite a bit for me in high school) to buy them well thought out gifts which they loved that only a best friend would know to buy.
So you there I am on my birthday drowning in disappointment and self-pity (which makes me feel even worse) when the fact that no one cares is reinforced time and time again by random acquaintances. Class mates I can’t avoid asking me what I got for my birthday. Stay a pair of ski clothes and a box of chocolates sounds pretty lame. But I could have easily gotten past the lack of presents if my friends bothered to show me that they cared.
No one really celebrated my birthday last year. I even had to bake my own cake. Even writing this all down now I realise how petty I must sound but I can honestly say that I hadn’t experienced a day last year worse than my birthday. Because when you realise how little everyone cares well that just something you can’t forget. I’m not sure if I’ll celebrate my birthday this year, 18 is supposed to be a big milestone … but would I really want to put myself through so much disappointment but allowing myself to expect others to care?
