My parents don’t care about me. They’re taking me to a birthday “party” for me and my aunt. I never wanted to go. I never even knew we were going. They never ask me if I want to go anywhere they want to go anymore; they just assume I want that. They just assume I want to sit around lonely and sad while they talk, and talk, and talk, and ****ing talk to family members I can barely stand anymore. I’m not their son, I’m an accessory. I’m not a person, I’m an object. I’m nothing to them. I’m just ****ing nothing to them.