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Which was why I had made a decision. I was leaving this town. For good. This place held too many memories. Too many ghosts. Every street reminded me of what I had lost. Every night brought the same nightmare. I couldn’t do it anymore. I needed a fresh start. And moving to New York felt like my only chance. “Twenty-one is going to be a new beginning for me,” I whispered to myself. A week later, my birthday finally arrived. My routine never changed. Wake up. Eat. Go to school. Go to work. Come home.

I may have to burn them. I'm terrible at this. But the cake is about to come out of the oven and I don't have time to start a new letter all over again. What I'm trying to say is: you're one of the greatest people I've ever known. It's really a shame that you haven't had anyone around to tell you that, or throw you a birthday party, or just thank you for being you. You're someone worth celebrating. Happy Birthday Ana

My life sucks. I'm already used to it. But it still makes me feel sad that I don't have anyone to celebrate my birthday with. It's my birthday. No one can change that fact. It's the day that I came to this world. Although I still haven't figured out if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Whatever, I'll just clean up the apartment today. Nothing beats throwing away some old stuff in starting over a new life. I turned off my phone so I won't be tempted to checking it every once in a while.

“It’s okay.” “It’s not okay. I know you’re not okay with it. But…I’m sorry, Seno!”, Saying this, he hugged me. I knew that I was not happy with the news, but I also knew that his feelings were no more different than mine. He wanted to spend his birthday with me but he couldn’t because of some UNKNOWN reason. “No worries. We can celebrate your birthday on another day. I mean, Isaac Watts once said that every day is a birthday, every moment of it is new to us, we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor.”

That’s just one of the years in my life where suffering seems to be just a typical state for me. I can’t help but to recall my last birthday. Looking at the scars on my arms brought me back to these painful happenings. Now, with the same date and new year, I look back and find myself so weak and pitiful.

The best birthday deep tracks are commonly performed in even the most dreadful night terrors. Maybe I do not really fully comprehend how things have worked here and today, but I am trying to give it my best shot. I am having a hard time figuring out how these treacherous trails will ultimately lead me back to the ground. I am definitely not looking back and tend to stick to individuals, stuffs, and prospects that have managed to pass me by. Furthermore, given the uncertainties of strolling on better footing, I am trying so hard to keep my feet distracted by progressing forward. I am actually attempting, but it really is mentally and emotionally draining.

It was a blanket, followed by some food baskets and flowers. A picnic in the cemetery. Not too ideal for a birthday. That's right, today was my birthday. My 22nd birthday. A birthday? Hah! More like a sad reminder that you are one more step closer to the grave. Don’t get me wrong. I loved birthdays. Or at least I used to, but that ship had long sailed and now, I was just going by, grateful to see the sunrise and waiting for sunset with great anticipation. You see, as someone who has been told more than a million times, that my birthday was nothing but a big curse that has fallen upon my family, I had no choice but to believe in all that anathema.

The way his moods would switch from happiness to anger to calm was beyond alarming. “I told you that I find birthdays useless. We are just celebrating the day I was pushed out of some woman, and then we have to pretend that everything else is going to be okay from there,” he answered. “I mean, no one likes birthdays anyway. Unless you’re like a 4-year-old who is looking for the next doll or football for a gift, but at this age, we find birthdays boring, and no one looks forward to them.” “I like birthdays!” I found myself interrupting their conversation

I intentionally traveled just to escape this birthday shit because my family always pressures me to celebrate and be myself like before. Three days to my birthday is the day I will never forget in my life, the day I heard the worst news ever, the day I lost the most precious thing in my life, the day I know the meaning of betrayal, that is the day I never trusted anybody again. The party started and I put on a smile as my mom said, but to be sincere it is a fake smile.

Tears escaping my eyes. He makes to speak but doesn't. "This is the worst birthday. " I say as I turn away and runoff. This day no longer represents the day I was born, but rather the day I died. The day I became a part of the mansion.