Woo, it's my birthday!

...

I cant anymore. I hate this.

Imagine having a mother who's actually present in their child's life, especially when it's their birthday. 

I shouldn't be alone, crying in my room because the only parent who actually cares about my life is states away. I shouldn't be crying on my birthday because my mother isn't present.

I swear, if I don't end up with attachment issues and a hatred for my mother in the next few years, then I'll be impressed.

My mother should be here, but no. She left the house at 12PM before I even saw her. She just got back home (6:00) then left immediately after. I still havent seen her.

I just cant with this life anymore. If my dad, who was 'neglectful' is more present in my life than my 'mother', then there's something wrong here.

ALSO my dad sent $150 for my birthday, and guess what? The only way he could was to my mother's card, and knowing my mother, she's probably going to lie and say my dad didn't send anything, or only sent 50 or something.

I just wish my mom was more present in my life sometimes, or was a good parent for once.