It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to....

It's my birthday. Or it is in the UK, where my home and my heart lies, here in Alaska it is not my birthday for another 8 hours.
I have friends and family in the UK so people have been writing messages on my wall already.
And what of the coming year? How do I feel about being a year older? Same as always I suppose; sad that another birthday is here and I don't feel as if I have achieved anything, happy when I realize I actually have, sad again when I think it isn't enough. I don't wish to be sad. I constantly remind myself to be truly, truly thankful for all I have. Every minute of every day those of us lucky enough to have access to the internet or a tv are reminded how simply horrendous and unbearable life is for so many all around the world, I think it really is a crime to complain about trivial things. That being said, I will try harder this year. I have made many mistakes in my life; so many in fact that even if I had as many fingers as a hundred pairs of gloves I still probably couldn't count them all. But this will be a new year, and I can redeem myself.....
So I will smile, I will be glad, and I will DEFINITELY sort my life out this year, FACT.
Also, I may eat cake.