18th

I am officially 21 years old and oddly enough, I'm wallowing in melancholy (what's new?).

Literally at the stroke of midnight, I plunged into this weird mood. the onslaught of memories from the past 21 years had a seriously weird effect on me. mostly I felt sad. which is strange since birthdays are meant to be happy.

I don't know but I guess it's just the thought of my 21 years flying by too rapidly; there are many people I know now whom I wished I were as close to as before. and it makes me tear a little thinking that it's all I can do not to regret that now.

does it all make sense? gr what's wrong with me.

but you know what. I am also very happy with what I have right now. I have great friends (which is really an understatement) and an adoring family. These people are really the true meaning of my life, cheesy as it sounds, and I could not ask for more.

and to Alvin, my dear Alvin. I thank you for being such a self-sacrificing, genuine human being. you are my rock. I'm looking forward to every tomorrow with you.

Happy my birthday to all! :)