Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I’d done
ZDC
because this week hasn’t already been bad enough..
my birthday is so important to me. i have always been one of those people who is obsessed with my birthday and for the past couple years i almost didn’t even make it to the day. i know it’s stupid but every year i would just hope that i could make it to my next birthday so that it would seem like i lived longer if i were to die, which usually happened either a month or week before my birthday, which obviously i did. i would still be in the hospital or basically unconscious for it, but to me it was the best thing in the world. now i am finally not on my death bed for a birthday but you make me feel like i’d rather be. not just you though, most of my friends. why can’t i just have one day that you guys actually want to hang out with me or do something nice. i don’t want presents i just want to see that my friends care i’m still alive and that i matter in their lives. why is it so hard to do that? i make huge deals out of their birthdays, and am always going out of my way for them and they don’t even appreciate it. this concert that we were all supposed to go to together for my birthday, yeah thanks guys for kicking me out of the ride there and telling me i should find a new one, and asking for tickets from me so that you can ignore me the whole day. but back to you for causing most of this and for bragging to your friends about how many girls you are going to go out of your way to hook up with in front of me because it will be so funny since you convinced me we were getting back together. but no that was only to try and get what you wanted and then never speak to me again.
