It's weird how birthdays once meant so much to everybody, and now, they're not worth a pence. People would try to be the first person to say "Happy birthday!". Now, they forget unless some social media manages to remind them. I did an experiment to see how many people would remember my birthday. I changed it on facebook to a fake one and never mentioned my birthday to anyone, except my grandfather, of course, because he wouldn't let me forget. My mom was the only other one that day to wish me a happy birthday, with which my dad and two of my siblings did, as well. Of course she wouldn't forget the day they had to cut me out of her so I wouldn't die. It's just odd how something once so special, no longer means anything...
~Also, no, today is not my birthday. It was just a simple observation, from my birthday regarding people I grew up with.~
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My Poems/Ramblings
PoésieMy old poems, from the depressed, self hatred, heartbroken teenager years of mine. I only have one currently...Actually...I don't think I have the others anymore....So, I have one. Now, I'm really upset...Great. I can't believe I threw away the sp...
