Birthdays Suck!

The day before my birthday is always the worst. Maybe not always, but that's what i feel in the last two years. It kinda feels like a countdown to something great, but when the countdown finally ends there's just nothing.

I always get my own expectations up to high. Thinking that someone would care, but nobody did. 

I also keep telling myself that birthdays are not special. Deep down I still think that birthdays should be special. I don't know why. I mean, it is supposed to be just like any other days, except for the fact that you are one year older than the day before.

Sorry if i whine about this as if its a matter of life or death. I just hate birthdays.