It’s going to be my birthday in about 10 days. And I am going to turn 22 :(.
Sounds so ancient (no offence intended). Why do I have to turn a year older? Of course, I do know the theory behind it, but I have a right to be upset, don’t you think?
I really wish I could be 18 again. I miss being a teenager. Such wonderful, happy, carefree days :D! I don’t mind being 19 either. What the heck, I don’t mind staying 21 ;).
Why God, why? Why are you doing this to me :(? Reminds me of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. when Joey turns 30.
I hate birthdays. They are so depressing. It is one less year to live. Sounds morbid, doesn’t it? I can’t help it.
I don’t celebrate my birthdays either. Just a formality of treating my closest friends to a meal, not that I have much of a say in it. It is all organised and planned, and all I have to do is attend and pay :P.
The only redeeming factor is, can you guess? The presents obviously. It is always a pleasure to receive gifts. And people around me have excellent tastes, or they are aware of my likes and dislikes, and there is always an option to exchange, which blurs the birthday blues.
Anyways, enough of whining, I am sure you want to run away :P.
It is an inevitable fact of life, turning older, isn’t it :(?