Finally, The Year Everything Becomes Bland

I didn't think it would come to this; I am no longer excited about the festive season and my birthday.

Some of my friends had long come to accept that their birthdays were just another day and would rather not celebrate or make a big deal about them. 

But me? 

I still like the idea of birthdays being special. The idea that festivities are special.

I know every day can be special if you make it—but that's not the point, isn't it? Every day can be a good day, but not every day is special. If not, "special" loses its meaning.

Says the one who no longer feels excited.

It is a bit sad, isn't it? The day is now just another day.

Oh, what and why have I come to this......