I don't feel any different. I'm pretty sure my insides are the same, if they're even still there. Sometimes it feels like they aren't. Can't believe I managed to make it another year, especially considering all the times I didn't think I was going to survive.
I'll save you all some birthday cake and ice cream (if cookies and cream is all right with you).
happy birthday. this year has been holding its breath in anticipation of you-- waiting to exhale and blow unbelievable blessings your way. everything is going to feel like the magic of spring soon; here's hoping that magic seeps into your life and fills it with something truly spectacular.
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For some reason I started to feel really guilty after I had posted this and I still don't know why. This birthday, although not a significant number, was one of the best I've had because I realized how many people love me and care about me, but it made me feel guilty and sad by the time the day was winding down. I hope this next year has good stuff for all of us, we deserve it. Love to you always, mio tesorino.
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