It hurts a lot when my birthday comes and nobody remembers. You’ll ignore me because I’m ugly and slim, I know that. b
It hurts a lot when my birthday comes and nobody remembers. That simple, painful thought lingers in my mind every year, as the calendar inches closer to the day I was born. Birthdays are supposed to be a celebration, a time for friends, family, and loved ones to gather and honor the day that marks…