21

To some perhaps birthday is a wonderful  day not to be missed, a day special only to you where you were born, remembered and acknowledged by others. They cheered as you grow with the crowd you belonged in, one year had passed it seemed.

To me however I did not see it any different than Wednesday simply because, despite how I wanted others to know and care, without the help of Facebook and a handful of people actually knowing the date, no one else would wish me if they had not seen anyone wished me on my wall. Sad isn't it? No.

Since young, granted such powerful memory able to quickly remember others' name and their birthdate, often time I felt sad when people forget about mine.. Since last year I could not care anymore..

It was a surprise this year that some actually made me a pizza and daughnaughts with strawberry topping, despite feeling grateful deep within me I knew it was actually one of them remembering it and suggested the idea to others..

21 years old am I now, haven't been able to accomplish anything yet, I had hopes for myself though.. I wonder where will I be next year, and who are my crowd..