I’ve been so ignorant to the date that only today did I realize that my birthday was in a week. Hopefully I’ll be more cheerful by then because this past week has not been well. It’s just I have an extreme case of homesickness. I’m also terribly missing people and this is causing me to reverberate back to my days of insomnia. As I’m sitting at my desk, I’m reminiscing about all my prior birthdays and how I am so lucky to have such great people in my life. I also feel terrible for not showing how thankful I am, especially in 7th grade when Michelle bought me a sketchpad because she thought I was good at drawing. I tried sketching and my piece turned out terrible. So I gave up. She still believed in me even though I didn’t believe in myself. And now I never see her anymore. I hope she is well. And my very bestest birthday of all: Le giant poster, the surprise biggo card with me as a tennis player, the giant gummy bear, 2 cakes, birthday surprise from mom and sis, and my very own Scrabble! I don’t think anything can ever top my 19th birthday. I’m turning 20 this year, but I’m not asking for much of anything. I only wish to be able to spend more quality time with the people I miss and hope that I’m missed too…
