For what it's worth, Happy Birthday. And to answer your question, no, my birthday means nothing to me. I did not spend my last birthday alone, though. I had a few, well-intentioned "cousins" try and make my first birthday after my mother's death more bearable for me. They had never done that before, and although it was appreciated by me, it isn't something that's really going to impact anything for me going forward. I doubt they'll do it again this coming Fall. And that's fine with me. All of the other times I am alone, and that's not their fault. It is what it is. And my issues are more than just being alone. It's a part of it, by no means all of it. I've been dealing with what I'll call "my issues" since I was a child. And I've reached the point where thinking about the future me, the older me, is not very good one, and don't wish to experience what that will look like. Coupling that with all the other "stuff", and, well, I am where I am.