Turning 22?

To be honest, I expected that this year birthday would be relatively uneventful.

With exams coming up, I knew that I'd probably wouldn't care about it.

I never quite told anyone this but to be honest, birthdays aren't actually my favourite thing.
And no, it's not because I don't like being a year older. 

Some people hate birthdays because now they are a year older. I don't understand that because age is really just a number to me.

The reason for me to not like birthdays is because, with every birthday, I reflect.
I am a year older now.
Have I done anything to deserve existing on this earth?
Have I lived the life that I want?
What have I done to deserve another year on earth?

And sometimes, I just feel like I haven't done anything special. 
I don't deserve being on this earth.
Because I don't contribute or do something that's completely worthy or special.

I know it's very harsh of me to think these thoughts but this thoughts have appeared in my mind every once in a while on birthdays.

But funnily enough, so many people wished me and cared about my birthday that it surprised me.
And slowly, oddly enough, I found myself enjoying my birthday.

So, thank you to all my friends~!