But it's not any different than any other day. I've come to hate my birthdays anymore. They're all fun when you're a little kid but you get older and they don't become anything special anymore. I just ordered Papa Johns that's about it. I did have cake but my boyfriend ate it all...so whatever. I don't even get to have cake, nor do I get cards or whatever. People don't go out of their way anymore and I'm fine with that. Whatever. I almost wish that my mom would've never given birth to me 27 years ago today...but whatever. I'm here. up precious oxygen, without purpose. I guess I should feel...lucky? Blessed? I don't know. All I know is that I am starting to hate my birthday and that's that.