Slept through my birthday today, just like I did last year. However, we did have dinner at Shakey’s with Daddy and Ate Rea. My friend also sent me ice cream today.

Now, about those birthday greetings I was expecting from my ‘friends.’ Guess what? Nobody greeted me today XD. What am I even expecting? LOL. One of them even viewed the photo above on my Facebook story but didn’t bother sending a message, although he did greet me last year.

Anyway, I’m considering unfriending all of them on Facebook, but that’s not really my nature. I’ve never unfriended people before. Let’s see.

I wonder if my “friends” will greet me this year. Let's see XD

Special shoutout to Shane for being the first to greet me this year, like, 4 days early. XD

I've been trying out a new computer game called Farlight 44 lately. It reminds me of the game CODM I used to play with my “friends.”

I sort of miss the old days of gaming with them. It's not easy to play games like this with others now. We can't talk while playing, and our teamwork isn't great. It's funny because I found out that my “friends” are also playing this game from another friend. LOL.

A year has passed, and I still remember the moment everything changed. Not because of a fight or a big fallout, but because of something quieter, something that lingered. It started with a photo, an innocent-looking snapshot of my childhood friends sitting together at a restaurant. Someone sent it casually, probably not thinking much of it. At first, I didn’t react. The night before, we were all online, playing Call of Duty Mobile like we had been doing regularly since the lockdown days. Same jokes, same laughs, same routine.

What hurt the most was not just being left out, but the pretending. Our group chat stayed active, messages flying in as if everyone was in different places. I knew they were together, choosing to act normal while quietly excluding me. That kind of silence can sting more than direct words.

But the next day, that photo felt heavier.

They were all there. I wasn’t.

Later that night, someone asked if I wanted to play again. I said no. I didn’t have the energy to fake being okay. The next day, I logged in out of habit, but stayed quiet. No one asked why. No one noticed, or maybe they did and chose not to say anything. After that, the invites slowly stopped. Game nights continued, just without me. No explanations, no check-ins, no closure. It felt like I had been erased from something I thought was permanent.

These were people I grew up with. They were part of my childhood, my memories, my sense of belonging. Losing them without understanding why hurt deeply. I spent nights replaying everything in my head, wondering what I did wrong, crying over a friendship that ended without a proper goodbye.

What surprised me was what happened next.

When I felt most alone, other people showed up. Friends like Rain, Shabby, Alaine, Lou, El, JV, Red, Mina, and Mia reached out. They noticed my absence and asked how I was, genuinely. Around my birthday, I met Drew and Rie through online communities. Their kindness felt easy and real, like warmth you didn’t know you needed.

I finally met Kira in person after years of only knowing her online. She even introduced me to her boyfriend, and that day reminded me that online connections can turn into real, meaningful friendships. Shane and Danna, who I have bonded with online for nearly a decade, remain constant emotional support. Someday, I hope to meet them face to face.

Then there are Sherina, Jem, and Luis, unexpected people who became important in quiet ways. They listened without judgment. They understood the weight of silence. A funny detail I still smile about, Sherina’s dog is also named Coco, just like mine. Small coincidences like that make life feel a little kinder.

This past year taught me something important. Friendship is not about history or how long you have known someone. It is about who shows up when it matters, who notices when you go quiet, who stays even when it is inconvenient.

Losing people you thought would be there forever hurts. Finding new ones who care without being asked heals in ways you don’t expect. I am still healing, still learning, but I know now that when some doors close, others open softly, leading you somewhere new, and sometimes, somewhere better.

(Originally posted on April 28, 2023 at paper.wf)

My aunt made cheesecake and fruit salad for Christmas Eve dinner. I hope everyone is safe and advance Merry Christmas from the Philippines! :3