No party, no presents (yet), no closest friends and relatives around, my last 25th birthday was the worst one by far. It was good number, one-four century old, but I have the blues since the day before. How I spend it? On daster, trapped in a place of nowhere, feeling very lonely, missing home so much; place where I can get at least live warm greetings from the family. If there was a little light, that would be my little baby bump that comfort me in the nightmare situation.
I don't know yet what I want for next birthday, but I know one that I don't want to; being in this kinda situation, again!
We don't have birthday everyday, right...?