Im not pretty anymore.

When i was 11, my family forgot my birthday. It started with me walking into a dining room that morning, noone said anything, noone did anything. My mom was half done with redoing the floor of the dining room with faux wood. I wandered around for a bit and i think i asked if there was going to be a cake and my mom got this look and asked why and i explained and fhen we went to the store and i picked out whatever i wanted. I never wonder about how that could happen, i try not to think about it despite it being one of fhe few memories i can think of from that time period.

It really set a tone, though. I dont even celebrate myself anymore, there hasnt been a point in a long time.

Anyways, this was just to vent. Have a good day, I love you.