Today is my 25th birthday, to my somewhat lack of surprise I can see already no one really seems to care. I've always been the kinda person to make sure that everyone I Care about feels appreciated and knew somebody had their back. I can count 4 times this year when I Went out of my way to make sure a "friend" felt good on their birthday, especially if they got left hanging. Its early in the morning and I can see that people I actually hang out with have posted something to facebook but not one text or post of even a HBD. Not even my bro's, the guys I never have to doubt my friendship with. A friend of 5 years that I have seen all week and have been helping with her issues sent me a text message this morning, but not to tell me happy birthday but to start telling me about all her problems (birthday is marked on her calender). Days like today make me realize that no matter how good of a friend I try to be, and no matter how much they acknowledge it when the chips are down for them that I just don't have any friends. I'm a wild card of trust and companionship when conveniently theres no one else, and today removes all doubts of that thought. I guess I can take this birthday as a sign that its time to start doing more things to try and make myself happy because its only gonna get lonelier every year. It just sucks that it took it to be my birthday to realize that people I was supposed to be close to don't really give a damn. The sign that I'm destined to be a lone wolf and nothing I do will ever change that.
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