birth-day / ˈ bərTH ˌ dā/ noun the anniversary of the day on which a person was born, is typically as an occasion for celebration and the giving of gifts. I don’t remember why the sudden gloominess always occurred whenever it was my birthday but from what I have always remembered the relationship I had with my birthday(s) are always rocky. Maybe it’s because I used to compare the way I celebrate my birthday with my friends in school and most of the time I would be disappointed on the day. My friends used to have all of these celebrations during their birthdays where they invited their amazing friends (Sometimes I was included and sometimes I wasn't) with their amazing star guests and little Epi was sad because of the contrasts. Although I was invited to some of their birthdays when I was a kid, I tend to compare their birthdays with mine. I tend to question whether it’s alright to celebrate my birthday the way I want to and not the way people expect me to do it. Yes, parties ...
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