tomorrow, i turn twentythree. knowing how corny i am, i've chosen "incubus- talk shows on mute" as my birthday song. plus, they mention the year 1984 in the song, thus, making it more relevant (excuses, excuses!)
this year has taken quite a weird toll on me. my dormant characteristics remain, well, dormant. i've overly relished in the fact that i'm a complete and utter bummer. i've gained much weight (rub the happy tummy, attagirl!) and grown less materialistic. future paths remain as dim as living the night with the guidance of a mere candlelight. flickering, that is.
i'm happier and i love those around me. i've grown quite acquainted with the past and i've made some good friends.
sadly though, i haven't given anything back to society. i still deem most things with pessimism and a hint of sarcasm mostly because its fun seeing the world as a satire. there is really nothing exciting about turning twentythree. but, i'm happy and i love you!
well then, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to me.