I fucking hate my Birthday.
For as long as I can remember my birthday has never been enjoyable. For some unknown reason something bad always happens a day/two before or during the day of my birthday. I really don’t have a single clue to why these things happen, perhaps it’s my luck, maybe karma, or maybe it’s God…who knows? In the end I just learned to dread march, especially anything near the 21st. I’ll just have to live with it. Ah well, such is the way of life.
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