-April 18th 1963-

Today was my birthday, when I walked in the studio, no one, and I mean no one bothered to tell me to have a happy fucking birthday, no one even mentioned it anyways

Even Norman and Susie didn't say anything

It was like when I was 12, no one came to my party, and I even spent a fucking week planning

But hey! Why would anyone even remember MY birthday??? Because they just dont care about me. Not even the two people that I grew up with and helped me through the pain

It's alright, Sammy, just hide it with a smile, the day's almost over anyway, it's too late to celebrate

(A/N: wanna know what happened after Sammy finished writing?)

Norman came home holding a birthday cake, and Norms said that him and the whole studio tried to make it just for him

they failed several times, but that didn't stop them

they didn't forget, before Sammy even came to work they originally wanted to do a surprise party, but they failed several times and when Sammy already came to work they needed to just change the plans to just make a cake for him

the wholesomeness intensifies

and i thought this was cringe