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Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

- Titus Maccius Plautus

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Yesterday I turned 19. I felt exactly the same as when I turned 18, which is also how I felt when I turned 17. I had a quiet birthday at home, a drastic change from my parties when I was younger, drowning in the ball pool of the sticky, kid-infested gymnasium that is Chuck-E-Cheese.

I scrolled through the many birthday greetings on Facebook, and I found it incredible. All of these people I’ve met in my life took the time to wish me a Happy Birthday. Sure it doesn’t take much to say it, and maybe some did it without a second thought, just another monotonous chore of Facebook, like poking or ignoring creepers. But even though I know this I can’t help but feel somewhat appreciated.

Going through the names reminds me just how much has changed. I had friends whom I did everything with, and now we barely talk online. People who before going to college were just a profile picture to me, are now people I can honestly say I love with all of my heart. People are always coming in and out of my life, recycled almost, and its always been like this since as long as I can remember. I guess it just hit me now seeing all those names on my wall.

But as I continue to move forward in my life and my best friends of today become my acquaintances of tomorrow I wanted to say something before it’s too late. Before no one cares if I have a happy birthday or not. Before people forget where they even knew me from.

No matter how much you think I don’t remember, how busy I may seem, how different i’ve become, or how distant I will become, just please know one thing. If you were ever my friend, I care about you, and I will always care about you.

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