So, it's my birthday this Sunday, right? And what am I supposed to be doing? Sitting in a car on the way back from Port Dickson, that's what. And on the same day I'm supposed to have my 'party'. What sort of party do you expect me to have with absolutely no time to prepare? I'd rather spend my time at home having my friends sleep over the night before thank you very much.
And the worst thing is, I have to go to stupid, filthy PD with absolutely ZERO friends. And my parents expect me to enjoy myself. Like what in the world am I supposed to do alone with a dirty beach with my parents? Who am I supposed to talk and hang with? "You can talk to me." Says mom. Yeah right. What am I supposed to say to her that I can't say every single day of my life? Pah.
I mean, why can't I just freaking stay home by myself? I'd so rather not walk around in my swimsuit getting sunburn and mosquito bites T_T. People told me to postpone the party then. But guess what? Mom already booked the caterer. Oh yeah, you had to go book so far in advance. Instead of spending the night with my friends, now I have to put up with dozens of relatives and family friends patting me on my head and gushing "Oh my god! Look how tall you are now! I can't believe it! You're such a big girl now! Wait, how old are you again?" ...Nice.
Anyway, I'd better end this right now before I destroy the keyboard with my furious typing. Ta.
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