seriously? I'm just remembering this now, and am filled with depression???

ok so it's a new tradition that my mother takes us out on our birthdays; she did for steph, the youngest. She did for liz, the oldest. She promised me, the middle child.... oh i never said she came through with it, i'm just saying she promised to take me out on our own little hang out day five times; not joking. five times... each time its as disappointing as when my dad flakes out on seeing us after persistance on getting our coming over planned... i mean; its almost singles awareness day and my birthday was in december :/ i would talk to her about her failed attempt at connecting with me using that hangout day but i might just want to see how long it takes her to realize that she totally fucked it...
Usually i dont care if my family wants to hang out with me or not, most of the time, but this really fuckin bothered me... I mean, this is my mom for cryin out loud. the one who actually stuck by us and promised the best.. I once had her lecture me on how my sisters got all kinds of stuff while i, being the middle child, got shit for being a middle child; we don't get enough attention, and half the time we end up all fucked up. Take me for example, i lack socialism and totally loathe spending time with people half the time.. most of this was either caused by the lack of attention i got after my fourth year alive, or the nine drug filled months in a womb, but either way the fact that people ignored me messed me up pretty badly :/
What i'm trying to imply is that this really bothers me that she, of all people, would forget about this.. its not that important. just one day right? Right. but i keep getting the feeling that everyone, mostly my biological parents, are both in a way trying to avoid me because i'm different in the "anime loving nerd" kind of way...
My mother anf father both loathe anime, well... my mom enjoys inuyasha, but thats about it... the fact that both of them, yes BOTH of them, have flaked out on doing something fun with me alone atleast once. my father has more than once, my mother only once which really shocked me...

no i dont want apollogies, i dont want "oh you should talk to her" or "oh i'm sorry..." or even "you think you've got it bad...?" i just needed to explain my thouhts to someone other than myself :/
thank you for your time...

On another note i have started a new book.. Crank by Ellen Hopkins.
because i love stories about teens finding summer love and possibly drugs... i dont know i just like the way that in the begining of every story the character reminds myself of the one that stares at me when i look into a mirror... its just... what ever...