Fuck
My birthday didn't even felt like my fucking birthday.

My mother did not have time for me half of the day and then I went shopping cause we needed food etc., and nobody else went shopping.
When I came back, I ate a cake I made myself because neither of my parents had the time to bake one for me.
After that, I sat next to my parents for about an hour and then went straight to my room and cried.

Three years ago, I'd never had thought I would make it to this day, and now this day wasn't even special.

The day wasn't bad. I'm not saying that. But it wasn't great either...

understand what I mean?