King of Trash.

I remember my first birthday after my sister started seeing her current boyfriend, I'd invited him to come to the water park with us (birthday tradition for me and my sister), and since he agreed and seemed excited, we planned the whole trip around him sleeping over the night before, and then driving us there (normally we would've taken a cab or my dad would drive us 'cause the park wasn't on a bus route), only for him to flake out at the last minute and not show up until there wasn't even time to do literally anything else except go to dinner, which we'd already planned to do anyway.

I was upset, obviously, but did my best to just carry on, reminding myself that even if we didn't get to go to the water park, at least my sister and I would get to hang out together the next weekend... Only for him to show up completely unannounced, because he "wanted to make it up to me", like I wanted to see this guy at all at that point, and then I got in shit for being upset 🙄

In retrospect, I think my adverse reaction to the whole situation was just years of me having to compromise what I wanted on my birthday for everyone else finally coming to a head.

My favourite food is seafood, in particular crab. My grandmother doesn't like seafood. Ergo, I'm not allowed to have seafood on my birthday, because my grandmother wants to be there. Nevermind that it's my birthday, and my mom had me kill live lobsters for hers one year, even though my grandmother doesn't like lobster, and I once had a breakdown putting an old, egg-bound bird out of her misery.

Well 1: that was over a year ago and I've gained weight— I was around 160lbs in the reference photo that picture is based off.