Over the weekend it was my birthday, I am one that doesn’t like to celebrate my birthday as it’s a day that I find hard.
Ever since I was sixteen I hated birthdays, why you may ask, well, this day was one I was made to feel not wanted nor loved.
I have never been ungrateful for what I have received but this day I wanted to give everything back.
My birthday gifts consisted of household gifts this included:
- Dinner ware
- Pots and pans
- Knife and Forks
- Coffee cups
Everything you needed to move out of home I was devastated. I was a sixteen-year-old girl who already felt unloved who now feels this is their way of saying I was old enough to move out. Ever since that day I have never wanted a birthday again.