Ever since my 11th birthday, I thought, oh, everything's gonna get better. No it didn't. My 12th birthday got replaced by my little sister's birthday. My 13th birthday, my granddad died. I don't even like my birthday anymore. I'm turning 14 this year. The universe hates me. I'm ******* lucky for them. I hate myself too. so tired of this.
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