my birthday is coming up and I’m just getting depressed the more I think about it because my parents were always conveniently out of money when my birthday came around as a kid, even though they’d always suddenly have money again when it was my older sister’s birthday in september, and the (1) time I got to do something for my birthday (going to an aquarium down the coast) my parents were stressing about money the whole time and guilt tripping me as if I made them take me when it was their idea. and we’re in a tough spot financially right now so I didn’t plan anything and I don’t expect to do much because we don’t live in an area with stuff to do (there’s a bowling alley in the next town over and that’s truly it), and it just makes me sad that it’s still like this. I put so much thought and heart into everyone else’s birthdays and when it gets to mine it feels like I’m just an afterthought. like nothing happens unless I plan it myself. but I feel like if I talk about this frustration it’ll just sound selfish somehow or just be taken that way so I don’t bother.
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