No Friends on Birthdays

I’m coming up on my third birthday without any friends. No happiness, just more appointments and medication. It’s become a day that just reminds me of how few people appreciate me and how isolated I am. No one to tell me happy birthday. No celebration. It’s not that I need those things to be happy, it’s that they’re expected of other people. Maybe not always adults but even the worst teenagers are supposed to have people say something to them their birthdays. Great. And now it’s late and I’m sad already. Can’t wait to miss my appointments because I’m too sad to leave bed again.