It’s my 24th birthday. Nothing much changed, I grew one more year, yet I look half of my age, still. It’s not exactly what you could call a “happy” birthday either. Things happen here and there, but I’m getting by, hopefully. I’m giving up on my usual birthday wishes, which is to grow tall and fat. I take them as a joke anyway. I actually have a real birthday wish this time. My wish is pretty simple – I wish for a peace of mind and a peaceful year this time around. That’s all.
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