Birthday Depression
April 18th, 2016 is the day of my 21st birthday. I will be at school, and have been called into work on top of it. My dad and his wife have completely forgotten about my birthday entirely and my dad will be in surgery all day several states away. My stepdad called me on the 17th wishing me a belated happy birthday because he thought it was the day before. Not only that but not even a card, just a loose suggestion at getting lunch at some point, which loosely translate to pretty much not happening.
I got into a fight with my boyfriend that I live with and now I'm "sleeping" on the couch, except my neighbors were stomping above me like crazy for hours and now I can't sleep at all.
I'm so done with it all. It's pointless. I'm seriously considering walking out into traffic and being done. No more.
The birthday is pretty much the last straw. I have plenty more things to be depressed about.
Like my mom dying of cancer and my dad being on the way. Or the fact that I can't support myself without my boyfriend's help and the fact that I have been homeless and he is the only reason I'm not right now. It's all so fucked, I'm walking a tight rope.
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