This is a rRant I just wanna get my anger out you know?)

Well if anyone wants to know what I did for my birthday I'll tell y'all.
Nothing.
No restaurant, No gift, No birthday money, No cake.
Just a few happy birthdays from some people and that's it.
Thanks mom,
I really felt special today. Sitting in a car for six fucking hours on my goddamn birthday.
Jesus Christ you already made me cry once today.
It just kinda hurts a bit to know that my birthday didn't matter as much as my brother's
Especially when all she(my mom) thought about first was humiliating me or making me feel like an inconvenience. It was supposed to be my day, the one day of the year that made me feel like I was appreciated, that it was a good thing that I was alive, it kinda just makes me wanna die more.(I don't need to be put under suicide watch don't worry about me, it's just that life fucking sucks sometimes)