i fucking hate my birthday

title. that’s it.

my birthday was a couple days ago and i fucking hate it. it’s the most pointless fucking thing ever. i fucking hate my birthday and it’s the dumbest shit in the fucking world. people sent me happy birthday texts and i held down on the message to delete it so i don’t have to fucking look at it. i fucking hate the attention. it’s the most pathetic shit to celebrate its dumb as fuck and i wish the concept of it never existed. people tried to give me gifts and i stared at them and told them to return it. some people gave me cakes and i outright told them to keep that shit. some people even gave me small cupcakes with a happy birthday letter & i just threw it in the fucking trash without reading it or eating the cupcake. i don’t fucking care about my birthday it’s the dumbest shit ever. like it borderline makes me so fucking angry that people know about it. i don’t give a fuck about happy birthday messages i will either completely ignore it or delete it outright. i fucking hate my birthday and the concept of it genuinely pisses me off to the point of no return. FUCK my birthday and I genuinely wish people could start forgetting the date. any gift , any cake, any letter/note, all in the trash i don’t give a fuck. the most dogshit fucking day in the world is my fucking birthday. on my soul i would take my own life before letting anyone “celebrate” it.

a couple years ago someone threw a “surprise party” for me. i opened the door, saw peoples faces as they screamed “surprise! happy birthday!” and i just made this weird face and fucking left and didnt go back for the rest of the night LMFAO. literally just went on a 4-5 hour drive with no destination cause fuck that shit. i added everyone that was there into a group chat and told them to refund the gifts and cakes or they’re going in the trash (and also to never do that ever again). some people came and grabbed their gifts back, and some left it there. anything that was left, i threw in the trash immediately. i dont give a fuck about my birthday.

weird somewhat-contradictory plot twist however;

i would help celebrate the FUCK out of someone ELSES birthday though. idc who they are they could be a random stranger i’ve never met before, i will be sure to tell them happy birthday. id coordinate everything myself, set up the surprise myself, gather all the gifts humanly possible (quite literally). i love seeing the joy and happiness on other peoples’ faces as they open the door to a surprise or open a box to a wonderful birthday gift. i would truly go above and beyond for someone else’ special day. but i pray to god they don’t return the favor.

to sum it up: i know im not the only one with this kind of feeling towards their birthday. i did my fair share of research with many others who felt the exact same way. ill celebrate the hell out of someone else’s birthday, i just hope they don’t return that gesture or ill just shut myself out and give them the coldest shoulder ever.