It's my birthday, and I had some thoughts only you guys would understand.

It's my birthday today. But I just have a thought about it... isn't it odd how 98% of people in my life before I was a POMO had no idea which day I came into this world. How I couldn't even mention it on the day without being given side eyes, how it was so awful to even feel joy that I had existed for another year, how I couldn't even use the day to reflect on what had happened that year, or what I looked forward to for the year ahead. And now, the day is here again and there's a witnessing group out and about, people are getting ready for the next meeting, people are donating, people are feeling like crap that they're never doing enough, and I'm sitting here with no messages from any if them, knowing they don't know it's my birthday, but just glad they don't because being happy on the day I was given life is not a day to be made to feel like a shit and evil person.

That's it from me for today🍰