I like to go to anybody else's birthday, and if I'm invited I'm a good guest. But I never celebrate my birthdays. I really don't care.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I hate celebrating birthdays.
I've never really made a big deal out of my birthday.
I hate birthdays.
I hate birthdays. I thought that I only hated my own birthday, and then I realized that I hate my children's birthdays too.
I don't like my birthday. I don't like things that are directed towards me. It took me a long time to get over people asking me to write my name in the book.
My birthday is a day when all I want is to bask in the love of my family and rarely accept offers for concerts and shows if they are to be held on this day.
The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.
I don't have birthdays.
When I was little I thought, isn't it nice that everybody celebrates on my birthday? Because it's July 4th.
I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I don't know what it is, anybody's only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives.