Yeah...I'm officially 14 today. woop dee doo. My Mom hates me, and nothing really matters if your family hates you on your birthday. I would trade all my presents so she wouldn't be mad anymore:bigcry:
happy birthday babe! don't worry about her...i can honestly say that i feel your pain and understand how much mother problems can hurt, but i promise, it will pass. just try to stay on good terms with her at least for a few more years.
I cant even remember what i did on my 14th birthday. Or my 15th or 16th for that matter. Man, thats crazy.
My 14th birthday was not something memorable, although my parents were not angry at me... don't remember much about it... You'll forget this later too. I think, though, that by that time I hated the whole idea of a birthday. My grandma from my father's side always wanted to congratulate me on the phone and was always getting interested if we threw a party, and she was almost inviting herself. I hated her, and she didn't like me either, but she wanted to be here to get stuffed with food.