Hey, all, hope you've all been well. Earlier, this October 14th, I had my 27th birthday. I can't help but dwell on how much time has passed and everything that's gone on in my life. Memories, missed opportunities and regrets, dreams and desires...It feels almost unreal. I'm a little wistful of birthdays gone by and how things have gone and how they could have gone.

To me, when I was younger (God, that statement makes me feel so old T.T), birthdays were these huge events with a stack of presents and parties, an overwhelming sense of joy flooded over every moment, all eyes were on you, and every 'happy birthday', no matter how brief and insignificant, meant something to me. Now...well, I had a nice day. Didn't get to do everything I wanted, but I ate good food and got a few presents here and there from family and close friends. My Facebook had many well wishes from friends and family and I enjoyed each one, clicking the 'Like' button on each one and commenting on a few... But other than that... It felt like any other day off.

I guess I just feel wistful for "the good old days", even though I despise that statement. But I know the world doesn't revolve around me, even on my own birthday. Other people have their birthday on this day, just like every day has a birthday. I dunno... I guess I just miss being a kid sometimes, my childish cares revolving around cartoons and video games while my worries pointed towards classwork and my general solitude...

Meh, whatever. I'll stop before I get whiny and depressive. All in all, I had a nice day. Not wonderful and fantastic, not terrible and filled with woe; just a nice day.

And I hope you, reader, had a nice day, too. If not, here's a hug through the internet. *offers hugs* :) <3