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It’s been only a day for me, but I still feel like writing this down.
There is no candle to blow, no cake to cut, and no present to open, but at least I’m still alive, right?
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The biggest thing for which I am really grateful is the wishes. I am so thankful that so many people wish me so many wonderfully positive things on my special day.
Even though, ironically, the wishes have never been granted once. However, I’m still very grateful to my friends for thinking about me in such a manner.
I deeply appreciate my friends for their thoughtful gestures, but I can’t help feeling that my thirteen-year-old self would be disappointed in me. Unfortunately, things haven’t improved as I had hoped, and I regret that we haven’t achieved the dream we’ve been striving for these few years. At times, it feels overwhelming, and I’m left wondering when I might finally feel a sense of pride in my accomplishments and find a way to mend what feels broken.
My younger self would likely feel let down by the path I’ve taken. Despite my hopes for progress, I find myself bearing the weight of unfulfilled dreams and lingering regrets. The journey has often felt unsettling, leaving me to question when I will truly take pride in my achievements and find a way to heal the areas that feel fractured. Yet, I remain hopeful that this year will bring the positive changes I’ve been longing for.
