Grade A Creep

I had a bad birthday--but that one wasn't a long shot. It's funny how a few seconds of a sitaution can make you feel so stupid, alienated, unloved and insignificant. And trying to cope with that on the one day of the year that's supposed to be yours alone, that's supposed to be special or something. Stupid I know. But you don't feel special when you get stood up because someone's talking to another girl, and then even when you've sought them out and you try and get their attention you go unnoticed. Crushed. Besides--if they really cared weren't they supposed to seek you out on your birthday morning? And then later, even when they've seen you're totally crushed for some reason or another, why are you the one that has to call first? Shouldn't you get a courtesy call to make sure everything's okay? Goddamn it. Maybe it's stupid to let a boy ruin your birthday, but it fucking sucks when you start to suppose he's the only one that cares about you any longer, and think that he's the one that'll be there ater you've driven everyone else away. We all know we can't rely on the opposite sex for love, happiness or companionship. I know this and yet--still I am perpetually flung into the cycle of male thoughtlessness. Fucking boys. I wanna punch something. Okay okay--I should be over this, I mean come on, brush it off or what?!