Alone
Not one of my so-called friends asked me if I wanted to do anything for my 40th birthday this weekend. Everyone had other parties to go to. Heck I would have shared the glory if someone had simply added to an event invite “oh it’s Tony’s birthday too” as a mere secondary thought.
I have never spent so much time alone as I have in the last six months - a time when I should have been surrounded by my friends, considering everything I’ve lost in the last year (a sister, my job, the love of my life). And you wonder why I still pine for her attention? I’ve come to realize that she worked real hard on occasions like these, to make sure you all pretended to give-a-fuck. In reality, she was my only true friend, although I presume I don’t even exist for her now that she too is attending other peoples parties.
My insides are dying… all alone.
