First of all, I’m writing this one hell of a post, with tears streaming down on my cheeks,
I’m on the edge of my ‘19 years old’ status, I’m going to be 20 in a matter of minutes. And that means, I’m no longer a teenager in a matter of minutes. So many things happened in these past 9 years, or 5 years to cut it a little. I went through a lot, a public enemy, a loved one, a fangirl, a brilliant mind girl, a concert junkie, a dimwit, a loner, an introvert, a girl that made it to her dream college, a girl that being seen with only one eye open, a loved part of group, misunderstood, and the girl that made it through her days with (almost) nothing but a tap on the shoulder by her own hand.
I miss seeing people racing to be the one who congratulate me first on my birthday, even the household is already hitting the hay now, while I’m still here, trying to stay just to received birthday greetings. I miss having some people that will be around me, listening to whatever I have in my mind. Now I don’t feel like I have anyone—and very misunderstood.
I only wish for a better year, and please, God, stop those people from saying things like “You have to look cheerful” and being the most unsolutive pack of guys in the whole universe.
If I really meant to be old, let me be a lotta happier than now.
Happy birthday, myself. You know I love you more than anything in the whole universe :”*