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And in one hour, I will have survived 28 years on this rock, more or less intact.
You know, looking back, I don't know if I would be proud of who I am today, or ashamed I did not achieve more. I kind of hate my birthday. Everyone else gets two measurements of time. New Years and their birthday. For me, its the same. It's always the same.
My memory tells me I haven't had a really happy birthday since I was seven. I had a moderately good one when I turned eighteen. Maybe next year will be better.
Maybe not.
But I have survived another year. I hope that is worth something.
You know, looking back, I don't know if I would be proud of who I am today, or ashamed I did not achieve more. I kind of hate my birthday. Everyone else gets two measurements of time. New Years and their birthday. For me, its the same. It's always the same.
My memory tells me I haven't had a really happy birthday since I was seven. I had a moderately good one when I turned eighteen. Maybe next year will be better.
Maybe not.
But I have survived another year. I hope that is worth something.