Okay, so yesterday was my birthday. i am now 16. its cool. Im having a spacewalk party deal for a couple people. its gonna be fun. and a bunch of people SHOULD be coming..but we'll see how that goes. Mica forgot my birthday. Yeah. My best friend forgot. That hurt. That hurt more than the fact that, once again, my dad forgot. She is the one person in the world that i would never expect to forget. I had to remind her myself that it was my birthday. she promised it wouldnt be a repeat of last year. but this was worse. And when i told her, she didnt seem to care at all. I went to graduation tonight, and she was there with brook and cynthia. Im sure she told brook not to go to my party, i dont even think he was gonna come in the first place, which would just make it sooo much better. (sarcasm) but thats a different entry... So yeah, and umm, do you think she tried to talk to me? no. fuck no. why would she? she only fucked up immensly. But why should she try to fix it, bc she KNOWS that i will. Well, guess what. Im sick of making shit better all the time. Im sick of letting shit slide. Im sick of being blamed for stupid shit, by people who have too much pride to admit that they did something wrong. This isnt directed to mica only. But it is partially. She fucked up, and im not going to let it go this time. It is a really sad day when you find out that the people that you thought cared the most about you, dont really care at all. but i guess this is growing up...