Carrot Cake

Ok, so I've never baked before, and was rel excited to do it for the first time. I decided to make a carrot cake for thanksgiving dinner at the house, cause I wanted to contribute something to the dinner. I got all the fixens, and was making a really big deal out of it. I was nervous, because I didnt want to mess it up. I called my grandmom to get the recipe, because she makes it every rosh hashana dinner. She gave me the recipe and directions, and I got started. It took me almost 2 hrs, grating the carrots, and getting all the ingredients together. I started at 11 and didnt finish until around 1:45 or 2. I couldnt wait for everyone to try it, and was eager to hear what they thought about it. It's finally desert time, and all the pie, and cakes come out. People start cutting the chocolate cakes, apple pie, and pumpkin pie. My cake just sits there, and I keep staring at it, wanting to say "Who want's some carrot cake?", but I didnt. I didnt want to force anyone to try it, cause I thought it would be awkward. It was until someone moved the cake to make room for plates, that someone opened it up, and asked who wanted some. I said yes, and karina took some, and she kept asking who wanted, no one answered, and that went on for 3 more times. I kept staring at my cake and noticing how much was still left. I felt both angry and sad at the same time. I worked very hard making that cake, and sure it was only grating carrots and missing different ingredients, but I don't cook, bake, or anything. This is very new to me, so I made sure I did everything correct, and I checked twice. I felt as though some of my roommates had some sort of an obligation to at least try my cake. Kyle said no, mary said she'd take some home, melissa said no, tracy would try some later, and seth might of had some. I'm only positive that me and karina had some. I was really excited and nervous for this make, and almost no one tried it. I was having a great time at dinner, and once I saw that cake hardly be touched, my whole night went down hill from there. I was put in a bad mood, and still am. Just so it doesn't seem like i"m pouting or angry, and I'm telling people I'm fine, and that's nothing wrong. It may be childish and immature for me to be bad for this reason, but I am, and that's just the way it is.