Is it one of the signs of growing up; people starting to forget your birthday and even you yourself having a hard time admitting that it gets to you?
I want to say that I am always a little mellow every December, not just because it's my birthday, the end of MY year, but also the end of everyone's year. This year though, feels more different than the years before.. I am actually about to finish my university years.. Next year will be my last battle in University life ! How bizzare is that? It felt as if it was just yesterday that I first stepped on that university to do a filtering test, and now I'm at my last semesters.. Damn, where did the time fly?
And about that birthday..
I know, it should be just those ones that matter. But as much as I hate to admit it, it does get to me.
I hate those people, those so called friends, that didn't remember my birthday.
And I even hate the ones that I don't recall ever calling them 'a friend', that actually remembered to say happy birthday. I know this is weird and seemingly childish, but maybe I am not ready to grow up yet. Maybe I'm still just a kid.
And I don't know if it's a population of those people or maybe just one or two of them in particular that I'm angry at. But I really can't show them that I'm angry, they wouldn't know why and that would make me angrier. What a cycle.
I too don't know why I'm writing this post.
I guess I just...
Whatever.
