I turned 23 today. Every single year, I dread my birthday. Mainly because every one seems to forget, no one seems to care and in my 23 years of existence not once has anyone ever gotten me anything. I know people have their own lives and I shouldn’t expect people to remember but literally the only people in my life that I thought should care, dont. My best friends havent said anything yet. My cousins haven’t said anything yet. It always seems like everyone has someone celebrating with them but i’ve literally never ever had that. It just reminds me how little people care about or remember me. Am i being over dramatic?