Birthdays are over rated. Birthdays suck. So what if you were born on that calendar day some odd years before? What's there to celebrate other than the reality that you are one step closer to the afterlife?
Personally I dread the coming of my birthday every year, it seems that even though I've always believed that I am NOT the center of the universe, its as if the celestial forces come together around this time just to play a cosmic joke at my expense, of course the severity might differ every year, but the fact is, every year, around this time, shit happens to me, it never fails.
Just last week both my computer and car broke down, not so bad you say? Well, I will not reveal why at the time it was of the utmost importance that both these thing should be at hand, but suffice it to say that, it was a matter of grave importance.
Coincidence you might say, well, as far as I can remember, ever since my 12th birthday it never fails, bad news will come my way during my birthday week, from my parent's separation to last weeks mechanical breakdown. Something bad will happen around this time, and it sucks big time, karma week happens a few days before May 14 but thankfully it all ends a few days after, too.
Happy birthday to me? Hah! FU!
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You write very well.
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