Worst birthday.
It was retweeted 175,884 times (obviously, it was a literary masterclass) meaning people across the whole world soon knew just how horrible a time he'd had. Bless.
But the more I thought about it the less I felt sorry for Bieber and the more I felt sorry for myself. His 19th birthday might have been cut short because he was apparently stinking of weed but I'd imagine it was probably still better than mine, four years ago. Here's why:
Bieber's 19th: He is a multimillionaire.
Ash's 19th: I was not a multimillionaire.
Bieber's 19th: He had millions of emotionally unstable teenage girls to offer him support.
Ash's 19th: I had vodka to offer me support.
Bieber's 19th: He had a decent haircut.
Ash's 19th: I had this haircut.
Bieber's 19th: He didn't have to pay for a taxi home.
Ash's 19th: I did, it was at least £8.00.
Bieber's 19th: When it all went wrong his fans got him trending on Twitter.
Ash's 19th: What is Twitter? It's 2009, why are you speaking in riddles?
So I think you can see why, despite him saying it was the 'worst birthday,' it might not have actually been that bad. We all go through problems Biebs, but most of us don't have a bucket load of cash and teenage girls to help us get over them.
I'm sure you'll be fine.