I hate my birthday

Everyone forgot. My mom, my older brother (who I value more than anyone in the world), my boyfriend, my grandma, my best friend, literally everyone who I cared about forgot.

I feel selfish for complaining, but my boyfriend acknowledged it was my birthday and still didn’t say happy birthday.

My BEST FRIEND didn’t remember my birthday, but at least she asked me. She asked me when my birthday was two days ago, and I told her “this Saturday, the 28th” and i haven’t heard from her today.

My own mom forgot it was my birthday. She fucking gave birth to me.

All of that is really putting me in a mood. Also I’m going through a pretty awesome pregnancy scare right now so I’m freaking out and need someone to be there with me and yet everyone is literally forgetting I even exist.

Happy birthday Matty 🍰✨