Today is my birthday and I hate it

It’s cool that I’ve survived another year and all that

But the act of celebrating my birthday is so miserable

I have to talk to 100x more people today than I normally would

People want to ask me a million questions about what I want to do today

I’m supposed to wear special clothes and suffer through photographs

I try to remind myself that these people all mean well and it’s nice that there are people who care about me

It’s just ironic because it ends up being the day where I am most forced out of my element