Birthday

Have always been apprehensive about welcoming the month, probably because it brings back too much. I have never been someone good at forgetting, even if I don't try to remember things. Fragments of those incidents that happened before always linger in some parts of the brain, seemingly unwilling to leave. It could be why I like to keep things on a low profile since then, it's just too difficult to be happy on such a day.

 

Nevertheless, I do appreciate the thoughts my friends and family had. I have to say, I am REALLY scared of receiving presents sometimes because I am so afraid that it would be something that I probably wouldn't use and thus be taking up space in the house, after which my mum would ask me to dump it, much as I hate to. Yet on the other hand, I do understand that it is the thought that counts. I have become so uneasy about receiving gifts from people these days. One thing for sure, I really don't like the idea that my friends spend money on me. I've always liked handwritten stuff, so a note will really be nice.

 

Over the years, friends who have drifted no longer remember the day or even if some do, they probably will not send a greeting since it will not seem to be too necessary. And precisely that, I learn to see who actually are still there, and whom I like to cherish.

 

The day is over, and I really want to say, I am glad. Because while the day brings with it the past memories which I can't seem to erase just yet, the end of it also marks a temporary closure once again, allowing me to get back on tracks to do what I have to.

Any birthday wishes? Yes of course.
For great things, great people and a great life.

 

School starts tomorrow. I am so reluctant to return to school. Drats.