In contrary to the usual date that everyone seems to dread, my "Friday the 13th" is my birthday. I'm certain that this is just simple coincidence and for a person who does not believe in signs and portents, I should not dread this date. However, time and time again I am proven wrong as it seems to be an annual constant as it gives me either a massive headache or a memorable heartbreak to herald its coming.
Too many instances may serve as evidence to my claim. One of the core ones was my 10th birthday where my dad whipped out his leather belt and hit me five times in front of my birthday guests just because I was baby talking with my younger cousin. We were playing dolls. Well, my dad wasn't really the best in handling his temper. Younger me wasn't able to understand his behavior but the adult me does now. It wasn't an excuse to the abuse though, but at least I know now that it did not give him joy to be like that. Anyhow, that's one reason why I hate my birthday.
Another one was my birthday in 2022. It was during the pandemic. I was staying at my boyfriend's house. It was during the time where we were having a rough patch, like on the rocks. Real serious rocks. The breaking point kinda rocks. So, we had an argument but he still carried on with his work in his room (the dude's a professional--work comes first haha) while I went to their living room. I cried out there and I haven't felt so alone in years until that moment. I am an only child so mark my words if I say I felt alone, it's THAT loneliness. After his work, he went to me and we made up. I felt okay after that but, yeah, shitty things happen on my birthday.
The most recent one was not exactly on my birthday but a week before. Yesterday was the most heartbreaking time since 2022. My boyfriend and I had a misunderstanding and I was this close 🤏 to kms. Hahaha 💀 Definitely not proud of this one but, yeah. Good thing my body's healthy so the wound healed so fast. Also, I just realized that kys takes a lot of energy. Midway I felt tired so I stopped. Good thing I didn't kms because by evening we made up. I'm not proud of myself and most of the time I'm angry at me but since I'm me, I just gotta carry on. I don't make sense anymore, right? Baliw ampota HAHAHAHA
All's well that ends well. I still think my birthday's unique so I made it my blog name and URL. See our love-hate relationship? Haha
Bye for now. :D
P. S. This picture was from my 4th birthday at Jollibee, I think? Wala akong malagay na picture hahaha
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