Today is my birthday and not a single soul from my friends knows about it. Even my family don’t give a s*** about it. It’s always like this every year. I guess my birthday is not something to be celebrated about and I don’t really care to be honest. I’m used to it. I’m not a good person but I’m also not a bad one. I have few so called friends. I just don’t like talking a lot since I am an introverted person so maybe they they just happen to forget this day or maybe they just dc. Idk, I feel like, like this day is an eye opener, that I have nothing in this world other than myself. I’m not angry or bitter I’m just being disappointed. I don’t care about birthday parties or presents. I just want them to remember without me telling them, that way I’ll know that my life matters. That they are happy that I was born and lived to meet them at some point of their lives. But I guess it’s too much to ask.