it started out like any other day, only today is my birthday. no different to any other day, wake up, get dressed, put my makeup on, and put my long blonde hair Into a high ponytail. today is my 16th birthday. living alone, I have no one to celebrate with. my parents kicked me out when I was 14 because they told me I was "different from the rest". they don't accept me. they say I act like I was born 50 years before I was, and that I am obsessed with someone who would probably never even acknowledge my existence. so they kicked me out, so now I'm here living alone in California, alone, depressed,
broken.
