Some days ago it was my birthday.
We had a party, there was cake, there was wine and champagne. Somebody got tipsy, that just helps to the spirit of the party.
I felt alone, everybody was there for me, all my mates, all my friends. They were happy and smiling, I was smiling too, but I was so alone. I sometimes have this feeling, that even if I'm surrounded with people that love me, care about me, even when I'm with C., nobody can get me, nobody can understand me.
I used to think that I needed a boyfriend, but it's not true. I have to find out who I am first, in order not to hurt some other's feelings. This is just what happened to alex, my ex boyfriend. I just broke his heart.
But somehow the worse is that he's past the period in which we was crying for me. He's got a new girlfriend, Elle, and he's happy now, he deserves it.
When I had to blow on the candels all these things passend in my mind, but I wished I could be happy againg, happy forever.
Then R. came and hugged me, with no reason. He made me feel fine, even after all that happened between us.
