Birthday

I hate my fucking birthday. I have to talk to family members I don’t give a fuck about, nor do I care to talk to, and go out to someplace I don’t like on a day that’s supposed to be MY special day. If I don’t feel like talking to people or hanging out with them on a regular day, then why the fuck would I want to do it on my birthday? None of them actually care about my birthday, they just want a positive reaction from me to feel better about themselves. My NPD mom facilitates everything and forces me to go through this every damn year and I’m so sick of it. The only people who actually respect my wishes are my siblings and friends. On the bright side, I get to order a bunch of food and run up my parent's cards for dragging me out.