Well...I am officially 20 years old. Thanks to all you creepers out there who have no idea who I am, yet are secretly wishing me a happy birthday under your breath. I truly feel the love, well, sort of.
But I do have the most amazing friends who have made sure to blow up my phone with calls and texts every 2 1/2 minutes to wish me a Happy Birthday. I love them, I really do <3>Correction: I've never been a fan of MY birthday. I'm not really sure why, but I always feel extremely awkward and out of place when someone wishes me a Happy Birthday...or even worse, when someone gets me a present.
Make fun of me all you want, but I truly don't like it, (and it's not because I'm growing into an old lady who is ashamed of her age and therefore resents the horrid day she is reminded of it.)
I'm a giver, not a receiver. I love, love LOVE celebrating my friends birthdays...I live for it, and I count down the days until I can take them out and surprise them with quirky little gifts. However, when it comes to mine...I silently pray that it comes and go as quickly and painlessly as possible.
So, it's my birthday, and I'm 20. I really feel like I should be 30 by now, and I take myself aback with the knowledge that I'm ONLY 20. With everything that I've been through, I feel like my teenage years was a compilation of 30 years. I guess I should be thankful it was only 10 though...
Anyways, Happy Birthday to me. Thanks again for your secret silent birthday wishes :)
