Can you believe that on this day, 18 years ago, at this very moment (6:24pm), that yours truly was taking her first breath in this world? In other words: I'm 18, are you scared yet?!I hate my birthday. Especially today. It's a testament to how much of a loser I am. I'm 18, I should be out celebrating with my friends. But do I have friends to be out celebrating with? No. Or, you know, the only people worth being around....aren't around. Yippie Skippie, Happy birthday to ME!
Here's some pictures from today:
The cake that I didn't really want to begin with. When the lady asked if I wanted something written on it, I meant to say "Happy birthday Punk" (Cause that would have been funny), but it came out "punk..sssss"... So I guess I might as well figure out a way to spell it.
Me showing the cake off... My fat belly hanging out.
I dunno what's going on here. Another of my chubbyness.
Attempting to smile? I don't know.
The cake after I blew out the candles (that I myself just lit).
A picture my mom claims was accidental. I had just finished licking the icing off the candle.
Showing how old I am.
Stabbing at the air with the knife before I cut the cake.
Cutting into the cake.
My piece of cake.
What the cake looked like after I cut it.
I put my candles in my piece of cake before I ate it... I don't know why.
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