I hate mine too. Birthdays are for rich people and little kids...same with Christmas.
I drunk shit faced drunk on my 30th birthday, by myself. I am married now but I still hate my birthday. I typically have to work or some shit goes wrong. It has never been a happy day as long as I can remember. I broke my arm just in time for my 9th birthday. And on my 14th birthday, some of my stuff got stolen.
My birthday reminds me life is shit, just like every other day of the year.