My best friend of 16-17 years forgot by birthday this year. But that’s alright, I’m not really mad or anything (Yeah, hi, Katie.) all my other friends did too. Except I don’t really have any friends any more, can someone be your best friend if you haven’t talked to them in..months? at least. It’s hard for me to keep track of time anymore. But, it’s sort of my fault, I kind of gave up trying to get her over or answer my texts when there was no reply because she was busy with school or friends or things that normal people do in life. I got three birthday wishes; one from my mother which was sincere, one from her boyfriend which was not, and one from the mother of a friend I haven’t talked to or seen in two years or so. Even my dad forgot, which is weird since he was pestering me just a week ago, maybe he’s dead, I dunno. Wouldn’t be surprising. So the only party I had was a pity party, by myself (is that implied already?) since my mom had to work all day and still couldn’t afford a single box of strawberries to dip in chocolate for dessert. Now, it is sort of my fault, I didn’t plan anything, and I’m sure with serious planning I could have made a birthday party that cost nothing, but this was just two months after my grandfather (the only one left) died and less than one after my father was found in a pool of his own blood having almost drunk himself to death, only to pop up BAM! suddenly out of the hospital (who said he had a 40% chance of living right before he went into his second of third surgery) looking like a meth addict and annoying my mom and me. To top it all off, because I’m turning 18, there is a chance we could lose all of my insurance, which pays for the medication I need to leave the house and control episodes. So yes, happy 18th to me.
But fear not, not everything is bad, my granddad left me a college fund. That I can’t actually access. Because he didn’t fill out his will right, and nothing can be distributed. Ah, life.