It was my birthday today. Another year older, but what does it even matter? Every year just feels like another reminder of how miserable my life is. I woke up to the same old routine - pretending to be happy when deep down, I feel nothing but sadness and despair.
Micheal didn't even acknowledge my birthday. Not that I expected him to, considering how he treats me every other day of the year. He's always been so cruel to me, finding new ways to torment and humiliate me whenever he can. Today was no different.
I tried my best to hide away in my room for most of the day, hoping that maybe this year would be different somehow. Maybe someone would remember and show me a little bit of kindness on this special day. But as usual, nobody did.
I couldn't help but think about Mom and Dad too...what would they say if they were here? Would they at least pretend to care about their own son's birthday? Or would they too brush it off like it's just another insignificant event?
As night fell and everyone went off into their own worlds again, I found myself sitting alone in the dark corner of my room with tears streaming down my face. Another year gone by without anyone truly seeing or understanding the pain that consumes me every single day.
But despite all the darkness surrounding me on this supposed "special" day, a small flicker of hope still remains within me - hope that one day things will change; hope that one day I'll find some semblance of happiness amidst all this suffering; hope that one day someone will finally see past the facade and reach out a hand towards this broken soul...
Until then though...I guess birthdays are just another painful reminder of everything I've lost and everything yet to come...