Oh. My. Gosh.
It's finally the day! My birthday party is finally happening. And I'm so pumped it's not funny. Sure, I want to see the gifts, but I mostly want to have fun with my friends singing our hearts out to random songs! One Direction songs guaranteed, but also bangers like the new APT song by Bruno Mars and maybe even Beauty and a Beat.
However, it's also the worst day of the week, because my dad's colleague and her kids are coming over. Her husband as well. They are going to monopolise my apartment for three or four hours, maybe even longer, while my dad is yapping to her colleague.
I can already picture it. The kids are only talking to each other, my mum is trying to make small talk with the husband, my dad is talking about work with his colleague, and me in the middle. Bored, annoyed and tired.
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This is why I hate inviting people over to my house. I'm an ambivert, but only when it comes to my friends. When it's friends of my parents, okay, sure, but if they bring their kids as well... well, I may be mature, but no one knows if the kids are or not.
And yeah, the oldest kid is 12, only a year younger than me. So?! He may not have the same dirty-ass sense of humour as I do. He may not even have a sense of humour, considering he goes to the French school (which is where I got bullied). Those kids have no sense of humour whatsoever. You mark my words.
Apart from crying inside because of that dinner, today is going to be a good day. Right? I don't know. I don't want to think about the alternative, so my conclusion is that it's going to be a good day.
Who knows?
Maybe it will be. Maybe it won't. But I think it will.
Why?
Because I'm still alive.
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Signing out,
Alex <3
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