Eighteen.
I don't believe I'm turning eighteen tomorrow.
I don't believe that I'll have lived here for ten years.
Most teenage girls would have some party to celebrate something like this.
My mom asked me what I wanted to do.
All I did was draw a blank.
I don't party.
Not a single friend of mine lives here (lucky:'c).
I'm not one to have some extravaganza or giant bash.
I'd just like to go to a movie or have some solitude in a Barnes & Noble store.
Maybe a Scrubs marathon.
Oh wait.
I do have something.
******** WORK.
D<
I could've sworn I had requested the day off.
I went up to Jean saying I don't wanna work on the day.
She said she'd see what she could do.
Five days later... nothing.
No one had done s**t about my shift.
I'm still scheduled to work.
My parents actually WANT me to go to work on my birthday.
Celebrate on a day that's NOT my birthday.
Granted I don't have the faintest idea what I want to do, I don't want to celebrate on a day that's not my birthday.
I'll already be eighteen by then.
It won't be the same.
Honestly, I don't give a ******** for sounding greedy.
Cause I'm usually not greedy.
But it's my BIRTHDAY for crying out loud.
The one day I think should be a legitimate excuse not to work.
They ought to understand that.
You only turn eighteen once.
And I'd like to spend the day however I ******** want to.
Whether it's spending the entire day on the computer without getting raged on for once or just seeing a movie with my family.
For the first time, I don't want to have a birthday.
Because then I wouldn't be worrying about something like this.
Since all it's doing is make me cry.
:'c
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