It's my birthday today.

I had to work, but someone I work with actually made me a cake. I honestly don't deserve my friends, they're saints. Nobody sang to me, which is good because I always hated it. At least my boss let me leave early. It's warmer now so I got to sit on my roof and watch the sunset. I got some great pictures.

Pretty much all my family and the few friends I have have wished me a happy birthday. For some reason I don't care about them. I can only think about the fact that you didn't tell me. It's all I can focus on. I'm really the worst person.