My Birthday is next week.

Every year before my Birthday, I get stressed.

It is weird because I love being alive and I’m prouder every year.

It’s a weird anxiety thing.

Last year, it was so bad I was passing blood.

This year, I’m just overly anxious.

It is an improvement.

I’ll never be satisfied with my (own) efforts, but I have been trying much harder, and this year, I can feel it.

“Maybe, next year, I’ll just be happy.”-He laughed like Amy Poehler.

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