you ask me if I am the type of girl who cries on her birthday and all I can think is that I am 23 and I am 21 and stopped talking to my best friend and I am 19 and a boy is kissing me on the floor and I am 18 going away to college with a fresh start and I am 16 staring at his body in the casket and I am 15 skipping a meal for the first time and I am 14 in the sun learning the joy of making music and I am 12 packing my life into boxes and I am 11 wondering if everyone feels this way and I am 8 seeing the world for the time and I am 5 throwing up before my first day of kindergarten and I am 3 holding my baby brother in the hospital and and and