Happy birthday to me.
Every single one of my friends blew me off.
Thank God for family. My family cared enough to have dinner with me. My parents bought me a necklace. I had a great weekend with my sister.
But my friends? My friends clearly don't give a shit about me and don't give a shit that it's my 25th fucking birthday. I was supposed to hang with my "bff". Just found out she's still gone, camping with my two other "friends". FUCK THEM.
So, I'm sitting here. Alone. In my room. Crying.