My birthday was two weeks ago. I didn't want to celebrate it. There were a few people on Facebook who wished me a happy birthday. There are less of them every year. My friend forgot my birthday. So did an aunt.
I also don't think it's something to celebrate because I'm such a failure. There is nothing to celebrate.

It doesn't give me suicidal thougths. At least not very strong ones. New Years Eve does do that. The last few years I spent those crying and