
Neet194012940
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- Jan 20, 2024
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i was thinking about why i dislike my birthday so much, tbh no non gay man is gonna set up and organize a party, like ask co workers hey you're invited to my 33rd birthday party



but i really can't stand it, it raises my cortisol. something to do with the 2 birth day parties I had as a kid i can remember
1. third grade. I was invited to this giant indoor playground (think bigger mcdonalds playpen). At the time it was the coolest thing ever, I fantasized about going again for months until my parents agreed to rent it out for my birthday.
the problem was I had no friends. So they had to invite a bunch of randoms they knew, most of which who I didn't like and they didn't like me. naturally i was excluded from playing with the rest of the kids
I kind of moped and sat in a chair until it was time for the cake. I showed everyone that I was the birthday boy by cakemogging them, taking the first slice by gouging out a huge portion of the middle.
eating so much cake took the better part of an hour and made me nauseous
I threw up over the dash board in the car on the way home.
2.
around 7th grade i think
my dad didn't let me do anything except study on every day except saturday. I didn't do any of that cringe ofc. Usually I just lay on the carpet and disassociated. When I thought I could get away with it I used incognito mode on my ipad.
of course, he knew about this
but he would wait until he had a bad mood so he had an excuse to beat me. At the time he was fond of using a rubber mallet.
once he used the screen time feature to prove i had been using my ipad and confiscated it.
about 6 months later i almost forgot about it. He says this is going to be a very special birthday and he got me a very special present.
its the i pad he confiscated
anyways the i pad got cracked because he slammed it through my face for not being grateful enough having the wrong expression was one of the most common reasons i'd get punished. like he would beat me until i stopped crying which is why i speak in monotone
he had this very cold look every time examining my injuries. Not mad, but obviously didn't care about me either.
at the time i wasn't physically large enough to beat him up so i punched a hole in my window
on way to the hospital my mom screamed a lot about how i was demonically possessed but still was able to drill me on the cover story about falling off a chair. + is that how you react to expensive gift
!!! jesus! remind me not to buy you anything 



but i really can't stand it, it raises my cortisol. something to do with the 2 birth day parties I had as a kid i can remember
1. third grade. I was invited to this giant indoor playground (think bigger mcdonalds playpen). At the time it was the coolest thing ever, I fantasized about going again for months until my parents agreed to rent it out for my birthday.
the problem was I had no friends. So they had to invite a bunch of randoms they knew, most of which who I didn't like and they didn't like me. naturally i was excluded from playing with the rest of the kids
I kind of moped and sat in a chair until it was time for the cake. I showed everyone that I was the birthday boy by cakemogging them, taking the first slice by gouging out a huge portion of the middle.
eating so much cake took the better part of an hour and made me nauseous
I threw up over the dash board in the car on the way home.
2.
around 7th grade i think
my dad didn't let me do anything except study on every day except saturday. I didn't do any of that cringe ofc. Usually I just lay on the carpet and disassociated. When I thought I could get away with it I used incognito mode on my ipad.
of course, he knew about this
but he would wait until he had a bad mood so he had an excuse to beat me. At the time he was fond of using a rubber mallet.
once he used the screen time feature to prove i had been using my ipad and confiscated it.
about 6 months later i almost forgot about it. He says this is going to be a very special birthday and he got me a very special present.
its the i pad he confiscated
anyways the i pad got cracked because he slammed it through my face for not being grateful enough having the wrong expression was one of the most common reasons i'd get punished. like he would beat me until i stopped crying which is why i speak in monotone
he had this very cold look every time examining my injuries. Not mad, but obviously didn't care about me either.
at the time i wasn't physically large enough to beat him up so i punched a hole in my window
on way to the hospital my mom screamed a lot about how i was demonically possessed but still was able to drill me on the cover story about falling off a chair. + is that how you react to expensive gift