I shouldn't be relating to Fantine so much.
I am neither poor nor destitute.

I don't really like to attend people's parties because I'm not an entirely sociable person. Inviting people from different social groups to a party can result in quite an awkward atmosphere, especially when the "party area" in question is small and confined. Moreover, being such a cheapskate, and a not very thoughtful person, I will never know what to get the person unless he/she spells it out explicitly. I mean, I don't even know what I want, how would I even know what you want? 

With me bashing parties so much, you can tell I won't have one for my 21st. Setting the logistics and all can be such a hassle. I should not have to see to everyone being attended on a day that's supposed to be about me, even though it sounds extremely self-centered. Simple dinners will suffice. 

So what do I want for my birthday? 

It's to be happy. 

It's funny how I can suddenly feel so sad while walking alone in the shopping mall.
Alas, to combat my depressive episodes, I should do things that make me happy.
I'm going to cook and bake more, though the unintended consequence will be being fat.