Don't you know who I am??

I suppose my birthday yesterday as a whole was pretty okay..but I won't deny I had bouts of sadness and even some tears. I basically didn't have baby duty yesterday..which was totally nice. Orion gave in the night before and let me open my gift..which I totally adore..but realized that when I do put pictures in it, I'll have to remember to take it off every time I shower because a few drops of water got in it yesterday. Good to know, I think. O made me breakfast which I totally chowed down on while I was on the phone with my dad..so that was ncie. I decided a big fat "no" on the cake part..because well, I'd had a brownie earlier and I just wasn't in the mood for cake. O was totally going to make it from scratch, too. My husband.
When he got home from picking up ice cream (because please, you totally have to have ice cream)..he also surprised me with a bunch of flowers..that totally look sexy on my table with the candles lit around them. But, we mostly just hung around the house..cuddled up on the couch watching Christmas movies.

The sadness came not because I'm 24 (though, when I woke up I asked if I looked 24..to which my smart husband said no. "so..I still look 23?" "if even that" "good." because I'm totally afraid of getting all old and crusty)..but because I couldn't help feeling so forgotten. I know I sound like a big ol baby when I say that..but geeze, people. My family mostly remembered. I was never sad about that. It was the friends thing. The friends who claim to oh so adore me..forgot. Look, if I can help it, I won't not say anything to you on your day. Even if it's just a stupid Myspace message (and please..Myspace totally reminds you it's my birthday)..you'll still get acknowledged by me. I don't know..I guess I just feel like people love me all the time every other day of the year...so why is it that on my freaking birthday..people choose to ignore me? It's messed up..and it breaks the crap out of my heart. It makes me think that only a very few people actually care about me..haven't forgotten me..and would totally go to my funeral if I died.

Here's the truth..I thought I'd made a bigger impact on so many more peoples' lives..and seriously? So many people kiss my ass that you'd think I'd be adored more than I am. But every. single. year..I get forgotten. That's the part that makes me the saddest. I just never want to be forgotten. And I guess a lot of you think what I'm writing is so stupid..and "please, it's JUST a birthday" but it's *my* birthday..and don't you even know who I am? I'm ABBY.