So, today finally came. It's my birthday again. On a Thursday, back in the 70's, around 3PM, I came into this world, and it's been downhill ever since. Easily one of the most manic-depressive people you know, most of you have gone up and down with me on my emotional rollercoaster for much of the past year.
But today was different. Yes, there were some people I was expecting to hear from today, but what got me were the two people I didn't expect to hear from anytime soon. It was a pleasant surprise.
Especially for me, that I claim not to be loved. To find out that people hundreds, even thousands, of miles away remember your birthday; it can do alot to boost the ego of someone who thinks himself so down-trodden.
Birthdays are supposed to be happy times, but they sometimes aren't. For the most part, my birthdays have been happy ones. Sometimes, they've been downright joyous. And it's all thanks to the friends in my life.
Once again, my mental health is saved thanks to my Super Friends.
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