Oh fuck me, this essay hits too accurately, I hate my birthday. I used to like that it was close to the Fourth of July and I could celebrate it with the already-planned parties, but once I spent my 23rd birthday saying goodbye to my sister who died two days later... it was never the same. Even now 20+ years later, it's never recovered. And honestly, I don't want it to.
Oh fuck me, this essay hits too accurately, I hate my birthday. I used to like that it was close to the Fourth of July and I could celebrate it with the already-planned parties, but once I spent my 23rd birthday saying goodbye to my sister who died two days later... it was never the same. Even now 20+ years later, it's never recovered. And honestly, I don't want it to.