Oh it's the 5th of August

  Yeah so why should this date be of any significance to anyone but me? Well, i don't think it should be because firstly, some people really could care less about their birthdays and if you're one of those friends who are like "O M G IT'S LIKE YOUR BIRTHDAY I'M GOING TO GET YOU ALL THE THINGS YOU WANT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU" but when you actually do get it for your birthday friends and their reaction happens to be a single-syllable word "cool" or a simple monotonous "thanks i like it", don't say i didn't warn ya.
 
  And secondly, you could be the one having your birthday but sadly, no one actually put in an effort to mark it down on their calender or maybe even get you some lame birthday card just to put a smile on your already-sad-disappointed face and you're just all alone at home or in your bedroom flopped down on the bed, staring at the white ceiling caving over you while depression and a whole load of disappointment mount over you, suffocating you till you tell yourself how much you regret being brought to this world. Yeah so basically what i'm saying is that birthdays are a risky thing to handle, be it the birthday boy or the friend/family of the birthday boy cause there will always be two possibilities.

   One, you disappoint.

   Two, you get disappointed.

  So the question is, am i the one who disappoint or am i the one who is disappointed today? Honestly, i cannot say because this will be a breach to my life-to-diary-not-online-journal-policy, so you sense my hesitation, BUT i will say that today will definitely go down the records as the "top 5 worst birthdays i could remember for the last 16 years of my life", not because i didn't get what i wanted (i kind of always get what i want but oh god i sound like a mega B for just saying this but it's funny so), or that everyone forgot that it was the day i came to exist, no, non of that B.S. It was more of a it's-my-birthday-i-should-be-super-duper-happy-crazy-but-i'm-not-i'm-just-super-depressed-and-emo-today kind of thing y'know. Didn't quite ask for this,but we don't control what we feel, or do we? This is exactly why i think i suffer from some sort of undiagnosed psychological disorder. I kind of just feel it sometimes. I don't know if this is me being overly-sensitive or paranoid about myself, but i've always thought that there was something inside me that isn't exactly known to the world yet. And man, do i wish that i was talking about some superhuman abilities like those from Heroes or X-Men. Or i could be over-thinking, which is something i totally rock at.

Well just, happy birthday to me.

Love,
Me.