baited breath
I’m waiting and waiting for my dad to call and say happy birthday…last year it was really really awkward because he forgot then and i called and he didn’t remember on the phone…so there was a really awkward silence because i shouldn’t have had to say…”it’s my birthday today”…
i don’t really make a big deal about it at all….because in school my birthday was around “sweetest day” and a bunch of other girl’s birthdays…so i never had a ton of people say happy birthday to me then.
but he’s my dad. i don’t care if the asshole i happen to have a raging crush on can’t act like a human being for five minutes and just type happy birthday or text it or something…
but the man who donated half my dna can’t get on his phone and call me???
sometimes i really really hate my life.
