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TELL ME WHAT I YEARN TO HEAR. There is a dread to my birthday. Firstly, 'cause the person that I wanna celebrate with the most, will not be celebrating with me anymore. Secondly, it falls in between the big Os period. But that doesn't really matters cause 'm not looking forward to it at all. After living for almost 17 years, 've come to realise that there is really nothing to celebrate about in life. ('m not referring to parties though. Parties are the best damn thing.) Everything is made to punish and this planet is where we wash our sins. Explains why the good people always die first-cause they get to end these torments first. To me, birthdays is a mere mark of another number added to your age, a start of more responsibilities, or a few more lines of crow's-feet. Birthday celebrations is like a kind of reminder from others, that you've successfully managed to survive through yet another year. Birthday presents are just consolation prizes to help you forget all these painful facts. It's the same for all the other festivals. Just that, birthdays is the worst of all. |
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