I turned 24 today. Could count the people that remembered on one hand.
I've worked my birthdays for the past decade and people not remembering has become pretty standard.
Still hurts. I feel like I should be numb to it by now, but I'm not.
Sort of thing that happens and makes you question a lot of things in a bad light.
Are my friends really even my friends?
Does people even care about me?
Does my life even matter?
Fuck, hope 25 is different.