Birthday

So my birthday was pretty terrible. I mean, maybe it's just that I expect to much. I guess when people say "I'll call you when I get out of work so we can get a drink for your Birthday" I figure they mean it and they aren't just saying it to humor me. I guess I was wrong.
My birthday always makes me feel pretty alone. But not the kind of alone that I'm okay with. Because on my birthday, of all days, I want to be with people who care about me and think that my birthday is special because it's the day I was born and that's a thing to be celebrated. Apparently, no one cares about me.
It was just a bad day all around.
I did get to eat Tortas which was amazing, I did get to go to the art museum which was also very cool, and I did get to go to this panadaria that I love down in pilsen and I got some cookies and some conches.
So everything I did was like a typical day with Jose when he was still here. It was odd. I kind of feel like my birthday never really happened. Like it was just another day. There were no presents, no nothing... It was very disappointing.
I hate my life right now.