Birthdays Suck

I turn 21 in 5.5 hours.  This sucks, and I wish it was Monday and all over.  I want to cry, curl up alone in my apartment, and not speak to anyone.  I want people to stop trying to plan a party for me when I tell them no, I want my mom to stop saying how grateful she is that she has a flight tomorrow because I'm "being mean," and I want people to understand that not everyone likes the attention that comes with a birthday.  They think they're making me happy but instead are turning this into the WORST birthday ever...and they wonder why I hate them (birthday, I mean, not the people).  Their good intentions are seriously depressing.