It's my birthday and I can sleep through it if I want to.
Anyone else dislike birthdays? The only consistent thing about them other then they come along once a year every year is that they are always a huge disappointment. I decided on my twenty first (two hours before my sister and her hubby where supposed to take me out for drinks they cancelled -- then my mum went and said "It should really be my day since I gave birth to you" fine, please! Take it!) that I wasn't going to so much as acknowledge them anymore. I don't either aside from here. Everyone knows I don't so much as want a card, but then they try to sneak one in as if I'm only faking my dislike for this day being 'special'. Nope, not faking. It's just another day, sun would rise if I'm breathing this morning or not. It makes me want to seclude myself even more to prevent people even mentioning it.
Am I alone on this? Or do any of you feel like this too?