Okay, no. I've just had that song stuck in my head because it's my BIRTHDAY TODAY.
Sweet. Am I right?
Yeah, I'm fifteen now, even though it doesn't feel like it. I feel like I've been fifteen for months now. I just keep up with my friends.
Speaking of my friends, they're all little ass munchers. Not a one of them has told me happy birthday yet. Except for my best friend. But she knows that she's either got the date down or she dies. 'Cause really, if she doesn't remember it, who will? Except my family. Not that they're so obsessed either.
No, really, I love my friends. It's just, I hate my birthday. It's on freaking Labor Day, so I never get to see anyone. Ever. I'm stuck with my family the whole freaking day. It sucks. And then when I come back to school, no one has any clue until maybe someone asks like a month or so later, "Hey, when's your birthday?" and I tell them and they're like, "Oh! Um, happy belated birthday!" No one EVER knows when my birthday is, even though I do tell people. Don't get me wrong, I don't want people fawning over me like I'm a princess (ew), but it's nice to have people you consider sort of close to you to wish you a happy birthday. Am I right? And the stupidest thing is, I have the same birthday as another girl in my class, and everyone's always wishing her happy birthday the day we come back, and making her cupcakes and brownies and giving her little gifts and cards and whatever. I'm kind of like, "Hello? Do I exist to anyone?" I'm not ASKING for gifts and treats and stuff; if you wanna make that, it's your choice, because I'm not gonna bother you to it. All I'm asking is that someone actually remembers.
Guess I'm just not important enough to remember?
Whatever. My birthday's nothing special to me. Just a year closer to being able to drive wherever I want (aka my best friend's house every freaking day).