So, today is a friend's birthday, some may know who but I'm not going to say. And because they're my friend and they seemed excited for today, I decided to write a story of their favorite ship. And I did, I asked them what they liked and if they read a fanfiction, what would it be about, they answered and I started to write. It was 2 weeks ago when I started, and I wrote at every chance I could get. And it was hard, since I never wrote them before and I was just scared that she wouldn't like it. And last night, 2 hours before 12, I started to write. I wrote in the dark with my laptop, a flashlight, YouTube, and my cats. I counted down the minutes and rushed to finish it at exactly 12. I asked my friends if i was doing it right and I continued.

When it was 12, I sent them Happy Birthday and I was the second one out of my friends awake. My other friend told me that she did it first and she is her best friend because of it. I felt upset, but I didn't say anything, I just continued to write. I published it and I told my friend to go to Wattpad to see their present, and they loved it. They thanked me on our chat and I was just happy that they loved it, then my other friend interface and said that their friendship was the best and that they worked hard to stay up until 12. My hard work was ignored and they started talking to each other, and I was heartbroken. I worked hard and I made sure that I finished it then and that I made it to almost to their characters, and it got ignored by sleep, do you know how that feels? To do so hard on something and then being ignored by something that doesn't require so much work? To write in the dark with your back pressed against the wall with your eyes trying to fall asleep, and freaking out because it's your first time writing these characters. 

This is why I relate to Mikan so much, because whatever I do for someone I get ignored from my hard effort by something else. She nurses people amd she tkes care of them, thn once th are better they go back to treating her badly even though she worked hard to take care of them. I write stuff for people and I do things for them but once they get distracted they forget about my hard work and effort to make it to their liking. She wants someone to love and someone to forgive her, while I want someone to love me for who I am and I want to be noticed. 

I'm just probably being selfish though, like my opinions matter.

I just want them to be happy, and they are happy.

So I'll just let them have their day and I'll keep my selfish opinions to myself.