Another one down

I'm 25 today. I remember when birthdays were happy and fun. This one is worthless. I'm sitting around alone, with nothing to do, and the only people that have said happy birthday to me today are a few people on MySpace and my mom. No calls, no visits, no one asking if I'm doing anything, no body really cares how I am today. I'm just sitting around thinking about all the time lost, and wondering if things are ever going to get better, if I'm ever going to feel like anything is worth it. I failed the driving test this morning, because I'm a nervous wreck all the time. Even if I passed it I don't know that I'd trust myself driving. Not that it even matters, it's not like I'd ever have anywhere to go. I don't want to sound like an attention whore, but I used to love the fact that my birthday meant people would actually gather around and show that they actually had some interest in me. Now I feel like I'd have to run around screaming just to get someone to notice me. I really didn't want to be alone today.