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I hate birthdays, in case you didn’t get that.

Just ignore me for now; I’m actually going to spend all day being a grump and hating myself because a day “dedicated” to me breeds nothing but introspection, which leads to nothing but self-loathing. Don’t mind me, I’ll be better tomorrow, and I’m sorry in advance for any rude denial of gratitude on my part, or if I don’t seem enthusiastic or happy or grateful enough.

I always feel grumpy, and then I get mad at myself for not appreciating just how amazing everyone is and how nice they’re being to me, and then I get even more upset when I realize I’m wasting my day, and then I feel guilty that I’m making other people feel bad when all they want is for me to be happy today, then I get stressed and anxious when I think of how I’ve ruined all my friendships due to my piss-poor attitude, and then I finally just sink into a major depression about how awful a human being I am.

It’s a tough job hating yourself this much.