As far as I can remember, I really never made a fuss over birthday celebrations. I’ve always tried my best to be happy — tried because I usually start my day crying. No, it’s not some sentimental thing. It’s more of I was really problematic or maybe extremely stressed. After my thirteenth birthday, I hated September 14 because it meant to me faking smiles and thanking people who just actually remembered it was your birthday because of facebook. Or maybe, bandwagon.
Let’s see how different this one would turn out. Let’s go positivity! :)