the birthday blues
i think there's a built-in mechanism within me that automatically switches to "depressed" whenever a birthday draws near
i long for the days when i used to count the days to my birthday, 3 months before. when the anticipation as to what that day would bring just about killed me. it wasn't really about the gifts, but finding out who truly cared to do something special of even just greet you.
isn't it such a cliche to feel this way now? somebody, slap some sense into me please?
2 comments:
*slap* then *hugs*. hehehe. it's our special month. let's make this special for ourselves. har har har. i miss you and let me be the first one to greet. Happy Birthday ate ida. anong gusto mong gift? hehehe.
one suggestion...
we both love bookstores and buying notebooks and pens and folders and mini-pouches. it's therapeutic, it makes us happy when we're depressed.
but this time, don't head for the bookstore on tuesday. go to toy kingdom and buy yourself a toy you never had when you were a kid.
no, it's not meant to make you feel old. it's about being silly, which isn't a bad thing. try to be silly on your birthday. shed off the pr world for awhile.
smile. you are loved. :)
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