birthday blues

it makes me sad. everyone goes away around my birthday. no one really remembers. i know my friends love me, but.

i know you can't rearrange your holidays because of me, but somehow i'm always rearranging my birthday for everyone else. if i didn't, the probability of me spending it alone would be sky high.

oh well.

happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me.

i would just like to be surrounded by the ones that i love. everyone in one place at the same time. my 18th birthday. my special day. the day i've spent every other day stuck in limbo "i am seventeen, going on eighteen.." hoping, wishing and praying for. now that it's here, i don't even want to think about it. i should just sue the administration, how could you even THINK of having school in december? IT'S NOT RIGHT! you'll forever be known as the people who stole christmas.

it doesn't really matter anymore, does it?

no one really cares. why should i?