Maybe they don’t know, maybe they just don’t remember.
Maybe they are quite busy, maybe you’re not their priority.
Maybe they’re planning something big, a surprise
Maybe it’s too late before they realize.
Each year there comes that specific day in everyone’s life where they should feel special and celebrated – when they have to feel the importance of their existence. Birthday. However, each year that this day comes, I feel depressed, lonely, alone – with no one and nothing to celebrate. II hate my birthday as much as I love it. I love it because I have great parents and family who support me in every undertaking in life, they never faltered in pushing me gently to come face my limits. I hate it because there are those people who you expect to at least know that it is the day, your special day but still forget it. Well, I already am an adult and it looks so immature for me to rant about this but sometimes it kind of feels great to be important, even just once a year.
But it’s great that this year I decided to be the lowkey-est that I have ever been. Never mentioning my birthday to anyone and those who really knew it by heart, of course greeted me. My brothers, parents, aunts, some friends way back from high school took their time to message me or call me even if they are busy and I really appreciate their efforts.
It’s just a little bit bizarre that no one from my university classmates and friends even know that today was my special day, it kind of stings though.
Anyhow, I’m 19 – young but capable of handling these petty emotions that I am feeling right now. I can do this, I must do this even though it means I do it alone.