so, it's my birthday. i am 31 years old today. it's kind of a tough one because i am no longer 30, i am now "in my 30's". there is a difference. but to be honest, i've never really cared about my birthday. my parents never threw me a big party (although my mom would take me out for dinner on my birthday), and i never got presents. i get a few cards and that's about it. i think it's weird to have a day that is all about you. two of my really great friends in life have the same birthday as me so it's never felt all that special. the best birthdays i've ever had is when i did something for some one else. maybe that's what this day should be about. not a celebration of me being alive and in this world, but a demonstration of why i am alive and in this world. this, as every other day, should be a shining example of me trying to love God and love others.
i hate my super sweet sixteen, it goes against everything i've come to believe about birthdays.
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