Who's Ever Going To Read This Anyway

I’m usually sick on my birthday. Every year I wake up with a sore throat or cold or whatever. This year was different. I decided that I was going to spread my birthday out between a bunch of people. I sent out a mass text saying “Name the night and i’ll be there, first come first serve.” I spent my the first seconds of my birthday (midnight) drinking with a friend and it was awesome. I got home at 4 am and after that my birthday kinda went downhill.
My grandma called me at 7 (3 hours later) to wish me happy birthday and then I had to go to work later that afternoon. After that I was in the mood for a pick me up so I went out to dinner with some friends. Which was awkward at best when my friend brought a date (also a friend of mine) while his current fling was there (also a friend) wow awkward. I also got a phone call and it must have answered because that person overheard something and is pissed at me to the point where they won’t talk to me anymore.
My Mother AND Father both did not call to wish me happy birthday on my birthday and honestly I’m really just hating life. I am thankful for my friends (they know who they are) for doing stuff with me, going to dinner, and putting up with my shitty attitude on my birthday as well as anyone who sent me a text/ facebook message/ e-mail or somehow wished me happy birthday.