Hmm.. Birthdays are something people cherish and want to celebrate often. And today I didn’t get to do that as much as I wanted. Now don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not mad I didn’t get to celebrate as much. I just want to write something down today before it ends.
My birthday (I’m turning 22!) has been something I didn’t care as much as I should have the past few years. While many may know that my Dad passed away 3 years ago, It still hurts my heart, my soul, my mind, knowing the fact that he wasn’t here to celebrate my 18th, all the way to the 21st, and now my 22nd.
I’m just here talking about my birthday because I never really cherish the fact that I’m alive, living with a purpose here, having friends and family that love me and I know many in the world don’t get a chance to celebrate to even get to this age that I’m in now.
I’m not religious as I can be, whether it’s because of what I’ve been through has changed that, I don’t know.
But what I do know is I want to thank all of you, my friends, my family, my world, for being here throughout my hardships, my pain, my happiness, and my birthdays to celebrate with me for however long you’ve known me.
Thank You to those in PSST, I never thank you enough for getting me through the pain I’ve gone through.
Thank you my friends from Norco, you helped me see what the world is like after such pain.
And thank you to my Family, we’re getting through it together.
My birthday wasn’t superfreakingcalifragilistically awesome but I thank you for those in my life who make me cherish the days I’m here for.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.