My Birthday was bad

Yesterday was my birthday, I turned 19. I wanted to go bowling, get some desert and just chill with my friends.

Instead my day consisted of visiting a house I don’t like, dealing with my mother’s complaints and stress which rubbed off on me, not having anyone who mattered wish me a happy birthday. I wanted to go out but my mom said no, since she forgot it was my birthday. By the time she could let me go all my friends were busy and I was left feeling very miserable and bored home. I spent my day watching Netflix and surfing reddit, which I did not want. I don’t know what else I should have expected, I never do anything for my birthday. I am jealous of people who have friends nice enough to organise something. Now I just constantly feel sorry for myself.