What's the point of celebrating?

I've decided no more birthdays for anyone. It's kinda funny, because my sister drove all the way to my house (over 2hrs). Basically with her hand held out. Not sure what she was expecting, especially when she hasn't bought me a birthday or Xmas gift in years.

I bought Oktoberfest tickets for my parents last year. Figured that was a nice present to make my folks happy. Nope! Mum calls up complaining about how miserable dad is on his birthday. She emotionally blackmails me into transferring 100 bucks into their account. When I talked to dad earlier and he seemed fine and happy to me.

There was also that time 2 years ago when I almost died on my birthday, but who cares about that? You guessed it. Nobody! Because I didn't have a single person visit me in hospital.

There's a reason why I hate myself.