Ya know what? My friends got mad at me because I don't like my birthday. They asked why I don't tell when my birthday is and I said "I just don't understand why people like to celebrate the day that hurtles you a year closer to the day of your death." Then they got some of my classes to sing to me. I mean I appreciate the thought but I already hate it enough when everyone looks at me but when they sing it just gets worse. 

The real reason I actually hate my birthday is because everyone celebrates (don't ever call me this ever and if you do I will murder you) Sydney. Sydney the pretty little girl who is not ever gonna make it out of this tiny little town. Sydney the fool who just trys to be LGBT+ and isn't actually because she doesn't even know her own sexuality so why would she know her gender. Sydney who trys to fool herself into thinking she's a guy. Sydney who will never ever be accepted into society. Sydney who can't even protect herself from herself. Sydney who goes through hell everyday and ruins her ears with loud angry music. Sydney who isn't even that smart. Sydney who can't even take her shot to be who she really is.

~Jules