Isn’t everyone always talking about their 13th birthday or their sweet sixteen?
Well here I am,turning 14 tomorrow.
You know that excitement,happiness ,the glow the people have on their faces,the heart pumps making a person go all red on their birthdays?
None of that happens to me.
To the outside world,I am just an ordinary well-to-do kid ’cause I can cover up and patch up almost all my feelings.
Deep down , birthdays are just another reminder to me that on this day, “your mother who is dead gave birth to you ”
And as stupid as it sounds for me to be carried away by such an indirect thought,I can’t help it.
Infact,I am very forgettable.
Fun facts about me?
The fun fact is I’m very forgettable if not boring.
And I don’t even deny it ’cause all I like to do is lie in this positive aroma I try creating on this blog,like honestly.
No one gives a damn and I’m totally fine.
No one excluding my father.
My father is that one person I always look forward to talking to after an exhausting day.That one person who may not understand everything a teen goes through but tries so hard to.
Tell me,wouldn’t it be worse if he never did try?
I think people should enjoy their birthdays because it’s that one day you can own…
In fact, you can all own every one of your days.
Wake up in the morning,start with a smile however miserable you feel deep down and do whatever you feel like ’cause after all it’s your day.
A wise friend of mine often says,
“Remember that Winnie the Pooh wore a crop top with no pants,ate his favourite food and loved himself and you can too”
Hiding your feelings from the world is not the best thing to make you feel better but if you find an essential purpose to do it,then don’t think twice!
I smile pushing down how I really feel down my throat to make my father happy.
And if things can get worse,we can only hope.
Hope is a dangerous thing,yes.
Have a wonderful day guys:)