Fuck a birthday, real talk. I ain’t tryna smile for fake-ass people, eat dry-ass cake, or hear some “hope you doing well” bullshit from folks who don’t give a fuck. Miss me with that Hallmark-ass celebration. Shit’s played out, tired, dead. Life’s a mess, and I ain’t throwin' a party in the middle of a fuckin' dumpster fire. Keep your balloons — I’ll take silence and a stiff drink.