BIRTHDAY!!

YAY! Today is my birthday, doesn't feel like it though.
So, I didn't get a car. Not even close. Instead I cried and yelled at my mom. I'm such an asshole, why am I such an asshole? ): I can't do anything right.
My parents tricked me with the whole, "So Tabby, open the garage door for me?" so I'll think there's a car inside, instead, nothing. I cried. I cried because I thought of Hannah. She wasn't here when I turned 16 either, I cried last birthday about that too.
And my parents told me, "Oh yeah, we only got you $100." and they ALWAYS say that at our birthdays/christmas and then pull this elaborate safari out of their asses. Nope, they really were just like, "here." And it's not that i'm like "blahhh I want more more MORE!!" I just set my expectaions too high. So it's my fault that I was being a bitch. Plus, my hormones = fucking crazy. And when I went out to my mini van this morning, it had "HAPPY BIRTDAY TABBY!! WE LOVE YOU!" all over every window. "BIG 1-7!!!" everywhere. And no, I didn't spell it wrong, they literally wrote "birtday" on my car. And then my sister wrote "JUST MARRIED" on Taylors. He wasn't too thrilled.
But the point is, there are people that hate me and I don't want them to know which car is MINE/ I don't wanna draw attention to myself. I was annoyed. So I yelled at my mom for it and she stormed off and then I got in and felt like an asshole with a bag of doughnuts and a starbucks card on the seat. I'm such a fuck.

My heart, my heart is burning through darkness for you,
and my lungs, my lungs respire for no one but you.

So, I hate this kid sitting in front of me. He wasn't here becuase he was sluffing class so he didn't get the 12th night questions. Not my fault. Went like this,
"hey."
(me, listening to the A-B theroy<3)
"helloooooooooooo"
(me, still enjoying my music)
"let me use your paper.)
(*ignoring*)
"pft, of not."
"what?"
"let. me. use. your. paper."
"k"
(and then I threw it at him and cast a harry potter spell in my head to make the paper slice him in the EYE!!)
Fucker.
I sluffed my math class today, again. I sluffed the test review. I fucking suck.
OH, and I got my period this morning. I think it's kind of ironic that like on the day that celebrates when I was born, I get the thing that reminds me that I have the power to bring something like me into this world. LOLZ maybe that's just me. I dunno, but this period SUCKS. Holy shit, Ruthie, get ready for a horse kick to the womb. There's A LOT less bleeding than when I wasn't on bc but the cramps, Jesus Christ HATES me. I'm dyin'. And Taylor is taking me to sushi tonight, which i'm WAY excited about, but for me, when i'm on my period, I don't feel hungry. So that might suck. (:
David Slack, Hannah Sjoblom, Ruthie Rodcuban, Amiee Fay, Taylor Checketts, Jessica Lords and Angie (omg, I don't know her last name 8/ i'm a bad friend.) all remembered on their own that today was my birthday. (: real friends.
Ruthie and Hannah called me at midnight and sang to me. I love them.
Why are these always so long? Oh yeah, CAUSE I TALK TO MYSELF IN THEM.
I love creative writing class. Everyone just sits and OH GOD, CONTRACTION!!!
>:(
4 3 2 1.. I hate, HATE when a rush of cramps smack your ass and whistle at you and then they back away. I think i'll be good at delivering behbehz.

Zach hasn't wished me Happy Birthday yet. Taylors parents did at least. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck him.