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| HollishDanishM (profile) wrote, on 1-17-2004 at 7:27pm | |
| Current mood: contemplative Music: Lilix- What I like About You Subject: Getting older |
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| Birthdays are the one thing we all have in common, every human was born on one day out of the 365 days each year. Each year, every person, grows a year older until finally they start rotting- and pass away. I never understood why birthdays were celebrated with such joy, such happiness, it is nothing but a different number each year. I've almost reached my next number. I almost reached fifteen. You never quite realize the reality of it, before it hits you. And for me, it always hits me about 6 hours before. I was born 12:57 on January 18th, 1989. That adds up to ca. 6 hours. A month before, when you start thinking about it, you start looking forward to it. But now, now I am starting to fear what it coming up. Birthdays are never what they are said to be. Birthdays are only special for the one person, no one else cares shit (except of course Dorina in my case). Every year you expect your birthday to be the best day of your life, each year you are dissapointed. The best days of your life usually happen when you are caught in the moment, on any random day. Hey, at least I'm not going to school on my birthday- what a fucking shame. Happy birthday Mette, go fuck yourself up! |
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brownsugar | HAPPY BIRTHDAY, 01-18-04 5:09pm HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!
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