Rant.

Here goes:

I am in a bad mood for several reasons. One of these reasons being the fact that I am sixteen tomorrow. Why is that bad? Why am I annoyed that it is my birthday tomorrow? Why am I not rejoicing, and preparing for my masses of presents (ha)? There must be something seriously wrong with me. I am not yet old enough to start not looking forward to my birthday; a birthday is meant to mean something fun, or interesting, a happy day. But I do not want it to happen. I would dearly like to postpone this impending birthday, for at least a year, or so. Why do I want to celebrate being born into this world? Hello? Why on earth would I celebrate that? Why would I get presents for simply being born? It isn't an achievement; my mother did all the hard work, not me. Surely she should get all the presents, and the cake, and all the good stuff. I didn't do a single thing. I do not deserve it. Grr.

Secondly, Saturday. It is all going wrong. No one is coming, yet too many people are. I'm looking forward to it, but I never ever ever want it to happen. Never. Not ever. No thank you. Come again another day.

Thirdly, just everything. I hate being in a mood like this, for reasons best known to myself. Everything ANNOYS me, and I wish to cry. A lot. I want to fill this room with a lake of my seriously pissed off tears. It probably doesn't help that I am listening to angry-upset-howcouldyoudothistome kind of music. Maybe I should stop. No. I'll stay angry and annoyed and grrish for a bit longer. I haven't been annoyed like this for a very long time. I would love to completely trash my room. Small stuff. Good bye plates, good bye weird camel ornament, au revoir strange polar bear thing, see ya later, photo frames. The window. Definitely the window. I want to hear that smashing sound, the one that sounds so angry, and so great. It has to be the best sound in the world.

Most of all, I am angry that I have to finish this post. I have so much shit to say, that I couldn't put in here anyway, but I have nowhere to get rid of it. Maybe I'll go scream into my pillow.