So this year was my 34th birthday and I feel old..ugh but really the worst part of it all was how it all went down. I don't expect to be waited on hand and foot anymore but someone making an effort would be nice. Karl got home at 8 after a stop at the rite aid in between the house and the train station to get me some cards. Me and Olivia had a nice day with a nice lunch and all but it was the lack of people caring what my day was like that pissed me off.
Its as if I don't count anymore I guess. It wasn't special, it wasn't what a birthday is supposed to be. Maybe my expectations are too high but it just used to be better. My mom forgot until I reminded her and I don't go into that whole long mess of a story and her excuses, its just not worth it. We went to a late dinner and didn't have a cake but a brownie sundae with a candle. One of the reasons I have a birthday is in order to have a carvel ice cream cake...I love them. Karl didn't make that effort and it just annoyed me, I would never let a birthday go without time and love put into it, even for the others.
I miss my dad, he always made it special.
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:( I'm sorry. Birthdays suck here too. For me anyways.
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