It's just another birthday.
I remember last time I was feeling quite hurt inside rather than relieve for birthday wishes. It's one thing that the fact people forget birthdays and another thing that you actually stay in their mind. But this kinda measurement could be inaccurate since excuses will always be there for you to consider.
It's not the same, as of this year. The feeling is different. It's another occasion to prove the "make yourself busy so that you can forget easily" certainty. We have been busy with the preparation for my sister's engagement these few days. It did force me to push myself away from all the things that I normally spend my most time with. Since it's stuck in my mind and the day was getting nearer, there's no way that I could relax myself and thinking much of another things. It was like a drug that suppress myself from anxieties. And that's how I don't really think of my birthday this year.
To know the number of my age getting bigger each year and the fact that I'm getting 'older' really helps me to open up for many things. Nonetheless, I'm really grateful for all the loves that I don't know how and what to exchange with.
Happy twenty-first birthday, to me.