I hate my birthday. I love putting together parties and celebrating for others but I hate doing it for myself. For my birthday this year, I bought myself a mouth guard, picked up my new glasses, got an iced chai and read for a little while in a cozy spot and then went to see Gone Girl by myself. Ate dinner alone and skipped the cake that my mom got me which was super nice of her. The rest of my family and most of my friends forgot it was my birthday and it’s not their fault and no harm was meant but I still feel sad.

I know this is just a phase and this feeling of hopelessness will pass eventually.