“You don’t need friends, you don’t need friends.” Now I spent my birthday alone. Sometimes, I start to blame myself for not having friends, but whenever I remember how the very few set of friends I had treated me, I retreat into my cocoon. It’s a cycle, really. My mum had friends that did her dirty, and I read somewhere that most times, history repeats itself with your offspring. So here I am, a victim of bad friendships. My only friend is my younger sister now, and my mum. This was the saddest birthday I ever experienced, and it hurt too much to be alone. I cried until my eyes were red and swollen, and the only thing that managed to cheer me up a little was the cake that my sister sent me. She schools in a different state, so yeah. I stuffed my face with cake and replied to a few birthday messages I got. That’s how my 22nd birthday went.
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