Todays my birthday. I thought that maybe my “friends” would spend time with me today and be nice to me and act like I’m something special. Maybe two of them wished me happy birthday. Now I’m all by myself– physically. No one talks to me or sits with me, or eats lunch with me. Oh that’s right, its because you’re too lazy to go buy lunch. Well I’m sorry that you’re too lazy for me to eat, but you’re supposed to be my best friend and todays my birthday….
I guess I’m not eating lunch. Instead I’m sitting in a corner on a suicide website. I wish people cared about me. You’re eating lunch with my enemy and laughing while I’m sitting alone about to have a mental breakdown.
I hate myself and I know that I have issues, but is it to much to ask that my friends eat with me on my birthday?
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They should care more about you, happy birthday