It might sound crazy, but maybe I’m not excited to spend time with everyone because you invited the man who makes me uncomfortable to be around. It’s unheard of that at a their own birthday, someone just might not want the one person who is always on top of them and trying to touch them to not be there. But it’s fine. The adults say he has no friends and that it’s just a crush. It’s not like HE isn’t an adult or anything. Not like he hasn’t been in college for years or anything. But no, it’s fine. I should feel like I need to take a bath in bleach at my own party. I should feel like I should disappear. All because he has a crush on me. That’s how it’s supposed to go right? You’re supposed to ignore my pleads and say I need to be nicer? Right. Yeah. Just how it’s supposed to go. I’m going to be just fine. Cause… this is what it means to grow up, right? To deal with men like this? After all I’ve dealt with it since I was young. This should be nothing…
