ernie's birthday was today. it was very simple. when i saw the cake, i wondered who got it. i didn't think anyone would, just because people aren't that nice and thoughtful. i asked him if he bought the cake on his own. and while he replied "yes" and everyone else laughed about it, i thought it was sad. i thought of it sad because i would also do that too, i know i will. no one would bother to celebrate my birthday. i'll buy my own cake and have a little party all by myself with my imaginary friends. we would all have fun together and just have an excuse to celebrate and be happy. but in reality i would just be talking to myself the whole time. alone in a house with a cake. a year older than the year before, getting older all alone. and someone out there laughing at me.