My Birthday Is Bad Luck!
So, I pretty much hate my birthday. When I was turning 16, I had a Sweet 16. One really important person didn't come. My party was awesome, but I kept thinking what was wrong with me that he didn't show up. For my 17th birthday all of my friends forgot. I barely got any messages and I sat home doing nothing. My 18th birthday was plagued with Mono. I was sick throughout my birthday and new years.
My 19th and 20th birthdays were forgettable and I didn't even do anything to really celebrate them. I sat home.
My 21st birthday was awesome... but only for a little while. Midnight (the night before my birthday) we all went to a bar. That was the fun part. I got home and the next day (the actual day/afternoon) of my birthday my mother got sick and I spent half of it in the emergency room.
Tomorrow is my 22nd birthday. As usual I have nothing planned. I pretty much hate this day. I never get any real gifts and I don't have any great friends to celebrate it with. I just want this day to pass and to head back to school so I could hang with my friends.