it's not a happy birthday,
but it is still a birthday filled with hopeful kisses,
and promising wishes.
it may even be a tad deplorable.
but we know misery loves company,
and i don't want company much these days.
a passing phase of melancholy will heal itself.
some memories are realities,
and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
regardless, birthdays are good for us.
statistics show that the people who have the most,
live the longest.
so... happy birthday to me.
"We know we're getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it."
-Anonymous
