By ister02 
The lack of recognition weigh on me, making it difficult to shake the feeling of being overlooked. Despite knowing that no one is perfect and that my own imperfections are part of who I am, the silence on this day stings.
Birthdays are often seen as a time for celebration and connection, but today, the void of acknowledgment feels more profound. It’s a moment of introspection, where the loneliness of being forgotten becomes especially poignant.
As I move through this quiet day, I hope for future birthdays filled with the warmth of connection and the joy of shared celebrations. For now, I reflect on the solitude and the strength it takes to face a birthday alone, finding solace in the quiet and the promise of brighter days ahead.