Yesterday was my birthday. Only 7 people remembered. One was my co-worker. I have an aunt that keeps track of everyone’s birthday, she forgot. Even the girl I invited to Red Lobster with me didn’t remember. Honestly, I didn’t necessarily want gifts, I just wanted someone to remember it was my birthday&say,”Happy Birthday!” My dog passed away a few weeks ago, so she’s not here to make me feel better. A lot of people say it’s just another day. Not for me. I don’t want to have tears on my face every time my birthday comes around. I had to fight when I was born just to stay in this world. Even when I got here, I still had to fight. We all did. It hurts that barely anyone remembered. Especially since I go out of my way for everyone. And I reminded them the day before. I guess not having a social network profile that shows my birthday means I’m nonexistent and not important. That’s it. I don’t care anymore. If they forgot my birthday, I’ll forget theirs. And I’m going out alone this weekend. I no longer care what people think or say. If they don’t care, neither do I. And if they think I’m being a grouch to them this week, oh well.