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I have never dreaded my birthday so much. It's my 21st. I should be happy. But instead, every time I think about it. Every time I look at the cards from my family, I have to fight back tears. It's not with the whole getting older thing. I'm looking forward to being able to drink legally. But it's the fact that it's going to hurt so much. My worst fears will be reinforced en masse.