Happy birthday daddy.

Today was not a happy day. But I am half way through it. So I spose I can make it. But it hasn't been the easiest birthday, nor the hardest. I didn't cry at school, though I moped. About a dozen people said "Are you ok?" and I told them no, and they frowned and turned away. I kept wanting to say "Why the hell did you ask me? Did that make you feel better? Cuz it did nothing for me. So mind your own damn business you dumb fuck!" But instead I just put my head down.

Well, I am relieved Robin is not a terrible person. She did not know my pops had died, therefore did not know there was a reason to be comforting me. Hmmm. I can't believe I didn't tell her. Ah well.