So second grade happened. I was basically on my own. Pretty lonely throughout the entire year.
Normally I would sit and eat by myself at lunch while everyone else was at the other two tables.
So then there was February.
My birthday was on a Friday, which is what most people want and are super excited about, which I was.
It was also hat day and the Valentines Day party for my class. So everyone was giving out candy and wearing hats and having a good time.
Except for me.
Literally no one at school said "happy birthday" to me. Actually one person. The lunch lady who sold me my pizza for lunch. That was it.
No one cared that IT WAS THE FUCKING DAY I WAS BORN. But everyone cared that it was fucking Valentines Day, even though we were only EIGHT FUCKING YEARS OLD AND DIDN'T EVEN HAVE ACTUAL FUCKING RELATIONSHIPS.
Okay, I should be calm now, but that was probably the worst year of my life.
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