[NF] Non- fiction : Dissapointment
just like every year. no one will remember my birthday.
l remind myself to not get my hopes high but there is this tiny hope that someone will remember it someday and I will wake up with people wishing me birthday. But every year it’s the same. it’s funny how I am always eagerly there for everyone’s special days. I once read everything u go through right now is the fruit of your past deeds. so I quietly tell myself maybe I did something to deserve it.
so I hold back my tears and steel my heart so I won’t have to be disappointed again.