Happy Birthday … anyone? Hello?

Happy Birthday to .. me, happy birthday dear Jonathan, happy birthday to me!!!

Sad I woke up and toke the stairs down, no one home. I had no breakfast, since there was no bread to eat. Later on I explored the freezer and stumbled upon a pizza. So I ate the pizza as a kind of lunch, again solely on the diner table, since there was still no one home.

Then my little brother came and decided he wanted to play the pc AND watch the television all at once. I just had to go off. He did not (and still 11:45pm) congratulate me. I expected so, he and my big brother actually never congratulate me (or they have to), but still, it kinda hurts. Obvious I did make it hard for him to take over, but since it wasn’t really fun to watch television after a fight, I left. Nice, picked in my single entrainment and kinda ’social’ life.

Well my parents came home. Lucky my mother congratulated me at 2pm, but my dad needed some hints at 4pm. After making almost 15 minutes hints alike “aren’t you forgotten to do someday”, “did you not need to say something” and “what day was it again” my father still did not memorize I actually have my birthday today. . At finally at 4:30pm, by meanings my mother thought I was said (she almost told him), he ‘memorized‘ me birthday and finaly congratulated me. Nice, I thought, finally. However my bad luck just stumbles into, ’cause my father said. “Sorry, this afternoon I have to got to a birthday party of X.”

My father and brother went to a birthday party on my birthday, which was NOT ME. They let left me alone the whole morning, midday and evening!!! F*CK, I was mad!!! Then I said, if you come back, watch with me TV. But NO, he did want to see soccer! (I hate soccer). I merely cried telling him I wanted to be together and see a movie or something. You know what he answered? He said ‘Why do you always think of your own??!!!‘. THE F*CK, I ran the stairs up and I heard my father yelling that I AM OVERREACTING, .. you know F*CK YOU. (Sorry, but for real, this is NOT funny).

Ofcourse my father did give me NOTHING as he completely forgot me after all. Either he is not planning to give me anything since I earn my money so well. It continue as he thought I don’t need a present or token of appreciation. …

Well, that was also been expected since when I became 18 I never got anything. I merely was up the stairs as I unwrapped my own bought present :/. I know I sound pathetic, but should I act different? The right question should be.. “How should I act different”?

(The present I bought was a figure. Fate Testarossa from Figma, an action figure. I will do a figure review someday about this figure. Meanwhile I shot a picture or two and put one of them, having a slight optimization, below).

Mockup Fate Testarossa (Figma)

Please note, this is a MOCK UP of the real work. This is just a five minute edit (and a poor 6 minute render :/)

So that was how my birthday went, how was your birthday again… ?