I don't know why I made this, really. No one really cares.
Welp, that's over and done. My "party" was practically "Here's your present, now shut the !@%# up". No cake, no party, just them throwing something at me and leaving. And what did I get? A piece of $#!^ tablet that doesn't even work right, showing how much effort my parents actually put in to get me something decent.
God, how I absolutely love my life. You people wonder why I'm so !@%#ing depressed all the damned time.