This Is The Day I Die

I'm a 19 year old girl. You probably don't want to know but it's my birthday tomorrow, the 25th of December. To many of you that is Christmas day but we don't have Christmas here, not anymore anyway. We don't have anything here really, just day and night and not much in between.
As I said, I'm nineteen, I'm a girl and I have so many things rested heavily on my soul. I have long wavy dark navy blue hair of which the longest part comes down to my knees, the bottoms of my hair are black where I had dyed it once and my parting is at the side so I have a big thick fringe. My eyes are of a bright and unnatural shade of green and I have a birthmark of sorts on my face, it's orange and completely odd against the slightly tanned shade of my skin. It starts between my eyebrows in a sort of cracked line then fans out towards the tops of my jawline; missing my nose, parts of my cheeks and mouth. There is orange on my eyelids too.
Where I live we have to wear the same thing every day because our resources ate very low. I'll go into that a little bit later on but for now I would like to tell you what has happened over the past few years right up to today, the day before my 20th birthday.
Because this is the day I die.