The time strikes 12 at midnight and it's officially your birthday as you have completed another year around the sun again. The night is a clear night sky and it's barely any weather drop in the middle of winter. You spend another night alone while the world seems to forget about you even though you have managed to remember everyone else who has forgotten you. You think nothing of it since it is barely any time of the day and people might be asleep.
Hours tick by and still nothing from no one, maybe they really did forget about me, maybe i;m not as important to people how I make them in my life. I should have knew it was a waste of time trying to make others feel important when no one is there for me in a time of importance as this. My birthday and no one has seemed to remember or seemed to have cared to tell me otherwise.
Life just continues on without seeming to care about the ones who actually need it the most who are reluctant to show that side to seem like they are needy or craving attention. Some people just have better things to do than to remember one insignificant person's birthday when that person can remember theirs every year on command and with a reminder that is purposely set for others to remember it. No one seems to notice when the friend who is always there for them just suddenly disappears and does not know what when wrong because all these years they were there for them but it can be simple words that help save someone.
I wonder if people seem to notice the words they lack to say do affect someone or do they just think harsh is the only way to go for every situation.
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