Watching the leaves turn to ash

It's a thing that I've been dying to gush for years.
I feel I speak for more than just myself.
This isn't about me.
It's about everyone who's not in the Form 4 Seafieldian clique.
It's about speaking for those who don't have voices.
Or are unable to use them.
Maybe I'm one of them without voices, only the nexus of society knows.

Have you ever had your birthday forgotten?
Sounds awful huh?
Well, we don't really mind, and that must sound hard, but it's not.
Because we know that life is complicated enough without memorizing random dates.
I don't mind people forgetting my birthday really.

Not everyone has/had a Facebook account for birthday reminding to work.
Heck, people forget despite the reminders.
Sometimes people simply don't care.

I look at how people sign off birthday cards for others and I wonder:
How come I don't get anything like that?
I BARELY GET 5 BIRTHDAY WISHES PER YEAR.
And well I don't expect much, except that people from Seafield remembered SK's birthday and not mine.
You're probably wondering what SK has got to do with this whole thing I'm bitching about.

Our birthdays fall on the same day.

I see people getting their dream products.
That cool guitar effect pedal, an iPod, an iPod touch, an mp3 player....
Really cool expensive stuff which a whole bunch of people contributed to to make possible.
Even I am wondering why I'm not envious of that.
They all get gifts.
You all get gifts.

Us, the ones that don't fit in much or not at all?

No.
We're not even given a mere memory.
And guess what?
We don't even care.
At least not anymore.