If you've been with me for a while, you would know that I have a pretty rough relationship with my birthday. I hate the day with every fibre of my being because of my belief that it's cursed! for the past 7 years (and counting), something has always gone wrong on my "special day" and I'm sick of it. I share with you all the unfortunate events that occurred as I turned 22, and spill some tea too about the birthday I never shared about.