I sit there, alone, in my dingy apartment on my nineteenth birthday. All of the invitations I intricately made gone to waste

"Wow"

I say softly to myself with a frown, realizing I've now hit a new low

The doorbell rings, but I know it's just more people to mock me like earlier, kick me while I'm down. But what if it isn't? What if it's someone who actually wanted to be here for me on my special day? Please...

I quickly get up from the dining table, going over to the front door to it