oh quit bitching
I practically have no father anymore, the most I've seen of him is a picture or two over about 4 years, and he hasn't been around for anything that I've gone through, especially my birthdays. In fact, last time I heard from him, he doesn't even remember how old I am, nor when my birthday is. And who gives a forget if you received any presents? I didn't get a single present this year, I didn't have cake, and I didn't complain, now did I?
Your birthday isn't about getting presents, either.
Oh, good for you, while I sit around watching more guys coming into my mother's life. I tell her I hate them, and hate dealing with them, but she doesn't care.
If you didn't know, some kids actually get presents on their birthday, like I have before. I'm not you, and I don't live your life. Your not me either, so you have no idea what it's like for me. I'm most likely younger, and it's loving obvious that we're a lot different from each other. School is a huge drag, at the same time as having every other bit of family live in a different state. You know why my father actually wants to see he? Because he cares. If yours did, then maybe he'd see you. Either that or money problems.
I didn't try to be offensive, or bitchy, but it's life. I know that I have to deal with it myself, and it gets on my nerves a little too much sometimes. Like I didn't complain about getting hit by a car, or getting bad grade, or school, but some things are personal. I'm sorry you don't get any presents, and you don't see your father at all, but your not the only damn one around here that has to deal with crap like you. You don't know every bit of my life, so you wouldn't know how I take things, and how stuff over here actually is to me.
