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I hate my birthday. It's in less than 1 week, so I'm dreading the next 6 days. I wish May 23 would pass by without any notice from anyone who knows me. I hate it when people have to go and remind me that it's supposed to be a special day, but I don't think it is, so they get all mad. 2 people have already said I'm out of my mind for not wanting crap next Tuesday. I don't want anything. If anyone buys me something, I'll sell it on eBay and give the profits to some homeless dude so he can buy drugs.
I happen to have a good reason for not liking my birthday now. So bite me.

I hate my birthday. I don't want it acknowledged. It sucks.