First of all, hooray -insert sarcasm- 'tis my birthday. 17 years of life.
It's not that I dislike birthdays, it's just weird being one of the few days that everyone magically seems to appreciate my existence. Not that I'm treated bad by anyone, it's just a lot of the times I'm taken for granted. Alex will always be here to do this, do that, do me this favor, blah blah blah. I'm kinda relied on without thinking. I don't mind this too much, but sometimes it's depressing. I've been depressed, but hey. Smile big enough and no one knows the difference or even thinks to ask.
But I am happy. I'm getting some attention, some affection, acknowledgme