Yesterday was my birthday.
And usually I hate that day. I hate it because it reminds me of everything in my life that I have lost, or everything I never had to begin with. I lost my mother, and I never had a good father. I lost Isaac, and I never had any other friends.
But this year was different.
I have friends. I have family. I have a boyfriend who, despite acting silly, loves me. I got to celebrate myself for the first time.
I'm 17 now. And I'm not alone anymore.








