Yeah twas my birthday. Another day spent alone, marking another milestone in my spiral down. Wonderful. Not the first birthday I've spent alone in my apartment. I guess I don't tell people, so thats why they don't notice, but even my family forgot it. Yeah they don't live with me, but still atleast my father could've sent a text message. Nothing from the mother, don't need anything from her. Got enough from her to fuck me up plenty. Would be nice to hear some kind words, some kind of positive reinforcement to tell me that I'm doing great. Bah. Another goddamn year of failures and misery coming my way.