Birthday Struggles

I like birthdays.
I hate birthdays.
I love birthdays.
I despise birthdays.

Each year I have a different opinion on my birthday. Up until grade 8 I'd have 4-7 of my closest friends come over and go swimming and shit. But then I grew up. I just didn't want to do it anymore. My friends began hating each other, backstabbing each other, constantly talking shit. I couldn't take it. So it was over.

So basically, my birthday was great up until about age 12.

My 12th birthday was spent on a vacation with my mom, brother, aunt and two cousins. What I get was one "Happy birthday, Katie!", a melted cake from Meijer's, and... well, that's it.

13th birthday I got shaving cream (IS THAT A PRESENT?!), two books (I wasn't into reading yet), and a poster that was just way too childish, especially since i was at that age where I was transitioning from a little girl to a young adult.

14th birthday was not good either. All I got was a horribly shitty electric razor (never used, ended up throwing it away a year later, that's how much I despised it), two books (which was fanfuckingtastic since I love reading), and that's all I really remember. That was an odd year.

15th birthday was much better but much worse. Since my past birthdays were so shitty, I went WITH my mom to buy my presents. I got myself a sweater, a shirt, lip gloss, lipstick, two books, and a Hunger Games poster. And that satisfied me. But my dad MADE me apply to McDonald's, and me being the spoiled brat I am cried about it because I was not ready to work. And now, I love work. And I'm doing just fine.

As spoiled as this whole post seems, it actually was really disappointing for a little girl. But I certainly have grown up since then. This year I've decided all I want is an iPhone 5, which my dad already agreed to get. And he's willing to get it whenever I want it. However I feel if I don't get it on my birthday, it will seem like a disappointment. That's the thing that let me down; birthday's are made out to be the BEST THING IN THE WORLD! The most fantastic, special day, made just for you, but that was never what it really was. Maybe my expectations were and still are too high, but all I want is an iPhone 5, a cake, a balloon (LOL I'M SUCHA LITTLE GIRL) and some Arby's mozzarella sticks.

And a Tobuscus shirt from my brother of course (my brother THOUGHT he ordered me one last year but it never came, turns out he never actually paid for it).