Yesterday, on the 7th March, I turned 19 years old. My birthday was not special, like always… It’s boring and a bit sad. I don’t do anything special on my birthdays. And the last time I celebrated it with my friends, was three years ago, in middle school.
I don’t like my birthdays, because I don’t feel like celebrating that I’m a year older. I hate the thought of getting older each year. It’s killing me, inside my body. Oh, and the fact that I don’t have anyone to celebrate it with, is making this date the worst day of every year.
But I guess I can comfort myself by this card I got from my parents and 1000 Norwegian money inside it 😀 😀 😀
Do I look happy?
I don’t think so 😦
jerenab 