I give up

As expected, my birthday was shitty. No one hardly called me. No one hardly showed up. She wasn't there at all. I love and miss her tremendously. She didn't even bother to wish me a happy birthday. I didn't even get a glimpse of the single thing I wanted for my birthday. What does it matter? My birthday is not important anyway. I am not happy anymore and feel like just giving up on everything. I don't know why I keep coming back here. I just wish that I could forget her and everything she's done to me. I will be moving out for good next weekend and she'll never have to see or hear from me again. I know that is what she wants, which kills me inside.