I hate birthdays, I turned 22 last week. It just makes me remember how years have passed how in the meanwhile nothing really happened in my life, a long existing of anything. I hate what birthdays make me think about me and I hate how others try to make it a big deal when for you is a crappy day. By "luck" in college almost anybody remember the date. I am not important to anybody. I also hide my birthday date on facebook because I hated that even so few people that wished me happy birthday and.really didn't care about me, or know me in anyway. Just almost because it is a convention.
I never had birthday parties beside then home with my family. I hope this don't make you more depressed.