right?

i have the right to be angry, right?
because i sort of am.  well, just upset really. hurt maybe. it's silly actually, but because it's someone who's (unfortunately) quite important to me, it has blown up into a big deal. in my head, at least.

the past few years, i've really tried to emphasize how my birthday isn't about me.  i'm just like everybody here, nothing special.  i think what ought to be celebrated on one's birthday is maybe the reason why we're here in the first place.  so that was what i did.  this year, well, i've been trying to do that all year round (note: trying), so i figured i also needed to do something for me.  not necessarily luxurious or anything, just the simple things that i don't get to do but are still part of why i'm here.

so i shouldn't really mind that this person has not yet greeted me (note the date).  but it is a bit sad because birthdays are when people tell you how wonderful you are, how happy they are you were actually born in the first place so they had the chance to meet you, all that crap.  at least, that's what they do when you mean something to them...

right?