Today was my birthday. I don't know if anybody remembered or not. I know some people did.
I told them last night. I don't think that counts.
I know my grandparents forgot. They even told my dad thusly. *sigh* I guess that means I'll be getting money again. Not that I mind. Money is what I need right now. A crazed otaku with a costume to make, always needs money.
But that's not the point. I don't know why I care so much about my birthday, anymore. I'm 17 now, and all that doesn't entail. I can't drive(By my own fault, I know), I can't vote, I can't drink, I can't smoke.
Not that I wanted to do some of those things. Drugs are bad, mmm'kay? I think I want to feel remembered. For so long, I had no friends. As they say in RPGs, "Times were tough." Life is better now. I have more friends than I can count on my hands. Which is nice. I'm loved, which is incredible.
Which raises the question... can a 17 year old really know love? I say one could. But that's just my opinion, I could be wrong.
It was my birthday today. I just want a hug.