20....

So... I am 20....
Happy birthday to me... not.
I cant help but think she should be here to see it... my mom that is. But shes not. So I really hate birthdays... I dont think James will text or call me which makes me mad. We will see. He really doesnt give a damn anymore, which is very sad. I am not sure where I went wrong. I guess he thinks im really conceeded. Which I am not. For once, I found someone who I REALLY liked and I thought he'd be happy for me... instead he just got more distant. He has gotten really mean. I dont know. We drifted... i guess best friend forever was a lie.

Happy birthday Alan. Glad your 21. Come see me soon... which you wont read this so I dont know why i even thought to write it. Whatever.