Whining about a first-world problem
Time to get out the world's tiniest violin
I hate my birthday. Womp, womp.
My parents always tried to give me a nice little gathering when I was young, but it was tough. When your birthday coincides with the beginning of the school year, nobody is really around. Plus, I didn’t have friends. So, my parties were mostly with my dad’s aunts and uncles.
The only party I re…
