Coralia Seaward

My birthday is in 6 days. I can't say I'm very excited over it. I don't have the best luck on my birthday, probably that whole being born on the 13th thing.
The last time a foster family threw me a party, I spent most of the time hidden away at the bottom of the lake they held it at. It seems I feel the most alone during a celebration. Uh, I hate this shit.
And I know, I know, I'm such an upbeat person.Just the time of year I'd rather be closer to the equator swimming with a million different species of animals than sticking my feet in the grass and wishing it was sand.

I really don't understand people's obsession with fireworks. I mean really; how simple of a mindset is it for millions of people to stare up to the sky and go ooo shiny. They all look the same to me.

So please anyone in the area out there, explain why humans feel the need to explode things?