My birthday.

September 1st was my birthday, and now I'm 19. But every birthday is not a celebration for me, on the contrary, something bad always happens and I cry. This birthday was no exception... My close friend Sabi left our city, she is the only person in my life whom I consider a true friend. Greg also left, he went to university far away from us, I consider him an older brother, and he teases and calls me 'little girl'. On the day he left, we hugged for a long time, which I rarely do, but I needed it then. I just didn't want to let go. There was no celebration, I just sat in my room looking at the pizza and thinking how much I hate eating.At night, my older brother Max came over... He's a troublemaker, and he left home a month ago, and our strict parents are still angry about it. After work, an hour later, my parents came over, and the atmosphere was tense, but it was even worse because they brought a friend of theirs who was already drunk. It was terrible. I felt uncomfortable. I feel like I'm not in the right place, and I wish I had a different life. I cry and pray every day, but it keeps happening, and I'm very ti