Yesterday was my birthday. I hate my birthday. Partly because people are so fake. LIKE OMG KRISTIN!!!! HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY!!!!!! Shut the fuck up. I know you don't care. You never talk to me any other day, so why be nice now? So a few people were really nice and I knew they meant it when they said happy birthday. Like I was talking to Treg and he said happy birthday the minute the clock struck 12:00 a.m. Michelle, Kristy, Karyn, Em, Kayla, Yeah I know they meant it like crazy. So for my birthday Treg took off work. And I went to his house after school. We went to Tunk. and got chinese food. Mmmmmmm yum. Then we just laid in his bed all night curled up. Because I was in a really shitty mood. He kept asking me what was wrong. To tell the truth, I just wanted to cry. But I didn't. I hate my birthday. So I was an uber bitch all night. And I felt bad like crazy afterwards. ................... my mom told me today that if we had such different morals maybe I should just move in with my grandparents. I was like okay. Yeah.................. Do you regret all your loneliness?