I've never been one to enjoy my own birthday that much. I always felt like others were just justified to send things because of another year. It's nice, but I never really enjoyed being put on a pedestal for a day, it always made me feel guilty, like I wanted to give back what was given to me. It always makes me think of someone else who actually needs something nice. I have two good jobs and make decent money, plenty saved up in my bank account right now. I have a good life, and I am very thankful for what I have, I'm not depressed, there's little wrong in terms of condition. I dunno how many people actually read these journals, probably not that many, I would be assuming, but those who would be watching me, yep. I'm 23 now, and not a fan of my own birthday, or the attention, 'tis just another day in the world, life goes on.