Happy birthday.
Whenever it is, these words don't seem to make me happy...
A year has gone by, and I haven't grown a bit. I'm exactly the same, without any self-confidence, not having made any signifigant achievements, not having told the ones that I love that I love them.
That's what you said. One birthday each year is sort of boring, so just like Alice at the tea party, let's celebrate un-birthdays. A very merry unbirthday to you.
So I wonder why is it that today, suddenly I'm all full of courage, on this completely unremarkable Sunday. Just like when I was a child, I'm drinking tea from a mug with a picture of Alice on it, wanting to hear your androgynous voice on the other line, so I called you.
How did this happen? Honestly, I didn't have anything better to do, and so...well, it's your unbirthday, so I wanted to wish you a very merry unbirthday.
Alone, I blush.
But, I wanted to say nice things about you.
Today is the first day that I was able to call you. It's nothing, but it's an important day. It's not an anniversary, or a holiday.
Well, today is my birthday.
It's the day in which I was reborn with a little bit of courage.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday, new me.
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