Disasters.

It's the day after my 21st birthday and I am not okay. It's not enough that my birthday is a sad reminder of how I have no one in my life anymore...but to top that all off, no one cares enough about me to even listen to my problems. Not even Scooter cares,and he's the only person I have left... My problems are already sky high. My parents are divorcing and I'm caught in the middle trying to please both parties. Meanwhile, I have a car with expired tags because I can't pass inspection because my check engine light is on. To add to that, I can't get my car fixed because I have no money and neither do my parents. Even worse, tuition is coming up and I still have yet to land a second job, even though I've been trying. But I was so hopeful that my birthday would be good. I would be voting for the first time, then I'd have dinner and cake at my dad's house, then I'd drink beer and whatever. Instead, I find out I'm not even registered to vote even though I did sign up at the mall a couple of months ago. So, I cast a ballot that wouldn't even be counted. Then after that, I go to my dad's only for him to hide in his room and for me to find out no one even bothered to make me a cake. I didn't even get a happy birthday song or anything. Which of course got to me because on Scooter's birthday, his whole family came over and threw a makeshift party for him...Not to mention he got a buttload of checks and I just got a giftcard that I spent on groceries. I didn't even stay at my only friend's house because I was too dizzy to celebrate. I went home and slept instead, waking up regretting leaving because I wasted the last little hopefully good part of my birthday. But now we're into the real shitty stuff. I go to get my license renewed today and find out that it costed way more than I can even afford right now. I have a whopping thirty seven dollars in my bank account...and I really cannot spend that. So, not only are my tags expired, but my license is too. Then, when I go to tell Scooter what's going on, I break down and all he can do is tell me I'm being too dramatic. Dramatic? Do you have any fucking idea what my life feels like right now? Obviously you don't, or you don't care, because your situation is so much fucking better than mine. You have mommy and daddy who would give you everything you needed if you just asked. I have no one I can turn to like that. Not even you because when I do, you brush my problems off like nothing. It's so unfair to me that my depression is just a joke to everyone.