Another Year

Another count on top of an already stacked up of years.
There was a time when I was younger that I've always expected a big deal to my birthday. Finding ways to plan things with friends just so I can get a day when I would feel acknowledged, special, or mattered to people in my life, at the time of course.
Now with only a few that I call friends and losing so many before, theres not much of a point of bringing people together for someone like me that I now believe isn't much to matter. I'm not even sure I'm worth anything at all, but hey I'm still here for a reason, living, and breathing. Guess I do matter. For some reason.