A year ago when I turned 18 years old, I don’t remember too much of what happened. I remember Eddie coming to my door to give me a sex book hahahaha. Getting various happy birthdays from several friends, a hug from a few others and luckily no one hit me cause I think they all know what would happen if they did *flex flex* hahahaha. Not exactly the most exciting 18th birthday. I don’t even think dinner at home was all that great either. If I remember it was ruined by some arguement or whatnot.
Yet for whatever reason this year was completely different. My parents still argued before my birthday, but it seems they’ve made up over the dinner, or maybe just for me. I wish Justin was home and not at band practice though, the space next to me at the dinner table feels so empty without him. Yet, it is a curious thing how simple words like happy birthday and an effortless gesture like a hug can make a person feel so loved, so safe, so tearfully happy. Reading through the countless Facebook happy birthdays from old friends and people I have just met is really quite awesome. Almost like for just today, the whole world seemed to be happy to celebrate one in a sea of billions. It makes the world seem a little less ugly, a little less hateful and more like what I imagined it to be.
Happy birthday to me, and thank you to everyone else for making this birthday better then last year hahahahaha
Marcus