My birthday was a month ago, and usually, birthdays are a good thing, right?
Mine was a mess.
A few days before school ended, I handed out 9 invitations to my party. They had the date, the time, and the number to call and RSPV (basically just call/text and say that you were going)
I spent two months waiting, and waiting, and waiting, but nobody called.
I tried to make the best out of it. I just myself that nobody RSPV's anymore, and that people would still show.
Two days before my party, my friend's dad texted my aunt to say that they could make it.
I was so excited. if one person could come, surely others could come too, right?
So, my special day rolled around, and we went to go pick up my friend, and I think now is a good time to mention that they are probably one of the most socially awkward people ever.
Not in a bad way, sometimes it's actually really cute, but still, probably not much of a party person.
So, we went to my mom and dads, and we went inside. I was so excited to see all my friends, but when I walked in, it was just my family.
I thought "it's okay, I'm probably early!"
So, the entire party I waited, and I waited, but nobody else showed.
Now, my friend was still at the party, and I didn't want them to think that they weren't enough for me to be happy, so what did I do?
I held in tears the entire 2 hours of my party.
As soon as they left, I bawled my eyes out.
I'm still distraught about it.
I still cry at night.
And I still think.
"Why"
"Why is it always me?"
So, I think I have the right to say that I don't really have any friends.
Am I crying right now? yes.
Am I being a baby about it? yes.
And this folks, is why I probably won't ever have a birthday party again.
Because I will never risk feeling like this because of a party again.
-Toby
