The time has finally come again for me to advance in age. In just three days I'm going to turn twenty three. I'm actually kind of excited, but at the same time a little fearful:
Last year's birthday wasn't much of anything happening; we were on really poor times and since I was still in the Good Shepherd there wasn't much in the way of celebration except for people acknowledging it. I didn't even get anything. Even though that wasn't the point of me having a birthday, it was still kinda disappointing.
Now that I've been through so much and even my birthday is no exception that we struggle from trivial things like money, I'm not expecting much to happen. I mean yeah, I'm turning 23, but what am I really going to get out of it?
I guess it should still be a happy occasion.
Last year's birthday wasn't much of anything happening; we were on really poor times and since I was still in the Good Shepherd there wasn't much in the way of celebration except for people acknowledging it. I didn't even get anything. Even though that wasn't the point of me having a birthday, it was still kinda disappointing.
Now that I've been through so much and even my birthday is no exception that we struggle from trivial things like money, I'm not expecting much to happen. I mean yeah, I'm turning 23, but what am I really going to get out of it?
I guess it should still be a happy occasion.