Birthday

Today was my birthday. My mother forgot. No one in my family called. I hate my life, my age, and where I'm going. My flatmate got me a cupcake from the grocery at least. Goes well with the champagne I bought myself. I figure someone has to celebrate me, especially me. Besides, I read in Sam's diary that he secretly wants to do it with an alcoholic. He said he wanted her to reek of "booze" and to lick "hooch" off her breasts. He wants a Leaving Las Vegas kind of love. I couldn't stop going potty when I read that. I felt sick all day, thinking I wasn't good enough because I was too good.