Today is the day I'm suppose to be happy that I was born. If I can pull it off supposedly some other people may be too and we'll celebrate it together. *sigh* I'm certainly not holding my breath so theoritically it's my voluntary will to maintain what's called life. Hmm- it's a start. Why is it that I feel like I need external appreciation for my existence to be thankful for being able to provide it? For my joy is your joy! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to whowhateveritisIam- Happy Birthday to me!