I turned 35 earlier this week. It came and went and no one remembered, except my mother. She's away visiting her grandchildren (one is very sick at the moment so she is helping my sister and brother in law with her) so she wasn't even there, but gave me money and called me to say she loves me. My sisters called too. Then, silence.
The house was empty and I was so alone. No friends remembered, not that i really have any anyway. At one point I felt like I was going insane, so went to walk to the local dairy to get myself a pick me up treat, and some teenagers outside said "yo it's slenderman" as I walked away.
Every year will be marked by another birthday like this until my mother dies, and then once she's gone, each one will make this year's look like a fiesta.
I can't keep doing this. I'm not strong enough. No one is strong enough. Most normies would probably have given up by now. This isn't normal and it's making me feel like I'm losing my mind.
The house was empty and I was so alone. No friends remembered, not that i really have any anyway. At one point I felt like I was going insane, so went to walk to the local dairy to get myself a pick me up treat, and some teenagers outside said "yo it's slenderman" as I walked away.
Every year will be marked by another birthday like this until my mother dies, and then once she's gone, each one will make this year's look like a fiesta.
I can't keep doing this. I'm not strong enough. No one is strong enough. Most normies would probably have given up by now. This isn't normal and it's making me feel like I'm losing my mind.
