Today is my birthday and so far it's really been blowing my asshole.

I woke up late, around 12, which is pretty late for me. The night before, my mom found out about the whole police thing where that guy stalked my friend, and she got really mad at me even though I had nothing to do with it and said she had lost all trust in me and that she wouldn't let me drive until she felt she could trust me again. She also said that I would not be allowed to live away at college. That's bullshit, because when I go to college I will be 18, and I will be legal, and then I am gonna do whatever the fuck I want. So anyway, I'm getting my license Monday, not like it will do me any good.

When I woke up I made my bed and went down to the kitchen because I was pretty hungry. There was a card from my dad on the table just like there is every year, but I didn't open it. It's pretty ironic that the day of my birth is the day I feel like dying the most. I haven't felt this way in awhile- when I went to the city I was so happy, and I could never figure out what it was that made me so upset all the time. It's my mother. I'm only this miserable when I am around her.

Anyway, I left the birthday card there, and started eating a muffin. My mom came in the kitchen then and asked me what the card said and I told her I didn't know. She sat next to me and told me to open it because it was still my birthday. So fucking what. So I opened my stupid card, which had a kitten on it, and I opened it and it said the same thing that my dad had been writing on birthday cards for my entire life. But I guess I shouldn't complain, because he's the person in my family that said Happy Birthday to me today. My mom didn't say it, nor did my sister, not even my grandmother. Not even my friends called me. Fuck them. I'm pretty pissed at them. Jordan loves her stupid boyfriend so much and he is so wonderful. He is so much more important than me even though I've been friends with her for fucking 3 years. He can fuck himself, and everyone else can fuck themselves too. The only other person who called me was Shaun who I've known for a week. I like Shaun.

After that whole birthday card thing, I threw half the muffin I was eating out, because I suddenly lost my appetite what with my mother there and all. Then she got mad at me for wasting it so I had to pick it out of the garbage and wrap it up. I hope my mom forgets it came out of the garbage and eats it tomorrow.

I went to my room to sit on my bed and be miserable. But no, I can't even do that. My mom told me to get the vacuum and start cleaning the living room. She told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and there's so much to do around the house. I can feel sorry for myself if I want. Fuck you.

Then after that she made me clean the bathroom. The whole time my sister was downstairs playing computer games. I felt like Cinderella. My mom isn't the type of person who would be all mean to me on my birthday and then surprise me with something really nice. No, she's just doing it because she wants the bathroom cleaned. After I cleaned the bathroom we had this really huge storm in which the power went out. I worked out for a little bit and then took a nap. So that's where I am now. I have to go to work a little later. Now my horrible birthday is complete with a fun filled night at Dairy Queen. I actually am not that pissed about going. I mean, it beats sitting around here with no one talking to me. I'd rather be there serving ice cream and at least making money.

Well, at least now I am 17 and can get into R rated movies. This birthday definitely was the worst one ever. I think God is punishing me or something. If I ever have kids, I'm not going to make them clean the bathroom on their birthday and not even get them any presents. I can't wait to go to work.