I sang those words once, in front of my cheating ex and in tears. The clock had just gone past midnight.
I can still remember that night a year ago. I fully believed that my life was over. Yet, here I am. Still able to wish myself a happy birthday, my first one without him.
All I got going for me since then is a planned beauty birthday haul. And that’s pretty much how the rest of my birthdays will be – just doing a yearly makeup haul in my moments alone, when I’m not in the company of others.
Whether I’ll still cry like I did last time is up in the air.