Today I turned 17, I’ve finally gotten passed all the “How does it feel?” questions and the “MAN! You’re seventeen, that is so weird LOL!!” comments. It’s just like every other day of the year. I do shit all, and when I actually do something fun, it sucks.
It’s just like any other shitty day, except you get attention. Fuck that. I don’t want your happy birthdays, I hate having to be polite and responding with a thanks.
Seventeen is the worst fucking age ever; it’s the age nobody gives a shit about. It’s not sweet like 16 (That birthday sucked too, but not at bad as this one though). Most people at 17 can’t drive and you can’t even do anything legally fun. Well at least I can’t.
What do all the cool kids do on their birthday? I update a site that nobody visits on my birthday. I must be so cool. I should just get drunk and be like “OMG it’s my Birthday, I gotta get WASTED!!! LOL! OMG!” Been there done that, I have a whole other 364 days to do that. Birthdays are over-rated.
Maybe my birthday would be better if it weren’t during exams, or winter. Maybe if I didn’t live in the lamest city it would be fun. You could walk (because I can’t drive) 20 miles in any direction and not hit anything remotely fun. I believe these are the best times of my life too. If you take a look at our parents you can see why.
When I see those females at school getting all “OMG!” off the fact that it’s their friend’s birthday really pisses me off. Or like that show My Super Sweet 16. That show made me hate birthdays. Where is my kickass party with totally out of control dance rooms and my sweet Ferrari at the end? Oh and P. Diddy must be there because my party is going to be ballin. Every episode there is always a problem that the kid faces. “You mean we can’t turn this ball room into a circus like environment because it is physically impossible!” “This totally ruins my whole party.” What has the world come to where people waste their time and money on already spoiled rich kids.
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