I have only very recently had a birthday.
Here’s the thing, birthdays aren’t really that interesting for me anymore. I do like cakes and presents. But actually growing older seems a bit less fun when it gets you closer to responsibility, and the actual day itself is mostly filled with cleaning and homework.
But, here’s the thing, I have to get older. I’m not always happy about it, but it’s necessary. There’s not use complaining about it, or worrying about it. Days pass all the time. And just because one day marks a particular year, doesn’t mean it’s more than one day within itself.
Anyway, thank you for everyone who wished me a happy birthday. Yes, I spent a lot of it cleaning and working, but it was still a pretty good day.