Seriously, does it kill to NOT HAVE A FUKING CAKE ON A BIRTHDAY?!

Why don't anyone understand that I never like going there to celebrate.. and can't anyone respect the decision of not wanting a cake. It's pretty obvious that I don't give a damn about those so called relative, less respect them. Why can't my dad understand that non-matter what, as long as I hate it.. it just be as simple as hating it and not wanting it. Isn't that as simple as ABC to understand? The chips are set in sure ways that you knew that once I see the fucking cake I will not be happy, so why even bothered to get one? Isn't celebration all about being happy? So for them its just surface where a fucking birthday cake is the most important thing in a birthday.

So far, the best presents that I got were Saiki, whisky chocolate ice cream and maybe a caramel sauce soon. See, thats what I seek, being happy on the very day that I wish tears and anger will not visit.

So is this whole celebration about me or about them?