On empty rings around the sun

I have experienced the 27th of December 19 times now, and it's safe to say this one is the worst. I hate my birthday as it is but my this one is deep down in the dumps. I guess it's all relative though, like I was reading in V for Vendetta, saying how the thunderclap is more impacting next to a deadly silence. Point being, last year I had a good birthday even if I did shrug it all off modestly and afterwards was still no fan it was just nice.

This one though, not so nice.

I get woken up being told it was my birthday as if I didn't know then having to get up and open cards in front of an audience. Afterwards I just wanted some peace and Dan time, but it's Christmas so that was not going to happen. The irony is though, before I was pissed off at people sat next to me but now I just want to watch The Dark Knight with someone.

Then it was off to my 'dads'. This is what blows about having two families, well one family and then a 'family', everything is doubled and rushed.

I just buried my face in V for Vendetta, then went upstairs to my room and watched Leon (which is a beautiful film and oh so very adorable).

The 'family' just think I am quiet but I'm not, I just hold my tongue as I think of all the words I want to say to them. They sure do royally piss me off. I have the 'dad' who is forever getting angry and shouting at nothing and just arguing at whoever is around. His girlfriend who is the most insufferable person I know, she's not even a bitch but I fight the urge to curb her constantly. And her son, what a twat. Over the years I have known him I have not once had a conversation with him.

Just being with them drains me. They are all against tattoos, piercings, dying your hair, anything at all that gives character they are against. I can't wait till I get my tattoo. And all their reasons for their hatred of all that is good is all based on nothing factual, it's all old wives tales.

One day I will snap, but until then I will remain healthy and bottle it all up.

I apologise for sounding all depressing and bitter, wait, why am I apologising? After all I am surely going to be the only audience to this. But anyway, I may sound bitter, hateful, spiteful, cynical, pessimistic and all their other friends however I am a happy person.

It's just that time of the year. Whoever said it was the most wonderful time of the year was obviously a liar...and a dick.