one thing i'll never forget in 2017 is my birthday.
some of you might say, "she must've had a birthday bash", "she probably had a sweet sixteen party," or "her parents must've thrown her a surprise party".
well, you're wrong. this year's birthday is without a doubt the most horrifying, ugliest, no good birthday i've ever went thru. im not joking. the reason why im bringing it up tonight is because today's my little sister's birthday. and today reminded me of what i went thru three months ago.
it all started up when i woke up on my first day of being officially 16. i mean, i've always wanted to turn 16 in my life. i've learnt from movies that 16 has always the best age. u get a sweet sixteen party.when the clock struck 12, i was ecstatic. all my closest friends wished me, my cousins, my suck at texting guy friend did(tho he did it later at 3am) and i couldn't stop saying thank you to them the whole night. but one of the many important people in my life didn't however. who r they? my.own.freaking.parents. at the time, i thought well they're asleep so they'll probably wish me later. but no, none, nada. when i woke up on that sunday, the house was empty. no one was home. no one was there to surprise me, attack me with hugs, scream happy birthday. nope. so i got upset. then later i saw my mom post not a birthday wish but my sister's pic saying how excited she was for her to go to UM. my sadness grew. she didnt even wish me and yet she's posting a pic of my SUTER and not ME.
i cried, honestly. i hated it. i hated the feeling of being forgotten and unloved. i kept thinking at the time, "right, im just 16 no big deal. everyone turns 16 once in a while. ur not special today, today's just the day u were born. ur sister going to UM tho, now that's special. now that's something to post about." haha. im crying just thinking about it. when everyone got home, i was literally in front of the tv, ready for my parents to start attacking me by saying "omg my baby is 16!" but once again, no. they headed straight to their room, not once glancing at me.
that night, my sisters kept telling my parents how upset i got. and they started teasing me about it. fuck yall. fuck yall so much. i hated my family at the moment. then guess what? my parents left once again to their friend's house. WOW APPARENTLY IM NOT ENOUGH TO CELEBRATE ORGO HAVE DINNER WITH BUT UR FRIENDS ARE HUH??????? it was just heartbreaking man. im the type to love birthdays, y'know. but from that day on, i hated birthdays. i hated that it reminded of my own.
but after i got upset, THEN they bought balloons and pizzas. THEN did they remember me. lol. fuck this. i hate this feeling. my parents dont love me. they love the ones that make em proud. not the one whose having their birthdays. thanks parents, u guys r the reason why birthdays mean nothing to me now:)
im fine, really.
this incident made me realize so many things.
1) my parents dont give two shits about me.
2) im definitely celebrating my birthday with my friends next year.
3) birthdays are shit.
4) adik doesnt deserve shit(too lazy to talk abt this one)
5) remember people who remember u:)
whoever said turning 16 is exciting is shit lol bye
