It's my birthday today

Nobody really cared, to be honest. My parents and my sisters did but everyone who had a choice to ignore it pretty much did. No mentions on anyone else's stories, no unprompted Group chat messages, not that I'm really in many non-organization group chats. Fact is, I doubt any of my "friends" have a picture of me they could post even if they wanted to. I'm not someone people take pictures with, not without me having to ask. I try, I really try. I know because my grades have suffered because of how hard I tried. I thought it was supposed to be different, but it's not different anywhere. It's a big day, election day. A part of me understands that much. But my gut tells me even if it wasn't, none of them would still remember. A mutual "friend" shares a birthday with me, same school same place. The love she gets on Insta, getting to feel like a person. I wish it was different. I try so hard to be different. But I just can't beat it. All I can ever be is me. Another shitty, Taxi Driver cliche of a lonely man who can't be part of the world because something is broken in his brain. I'm sorry. I'm just really fucking lonely. Anyway, 21 bones, yeah me.