"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
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Just when you're given another year to be thankful for, you are still not satisfied with everything that has been going on around you.
It's probably the gloomiest, blandest, and very cliche birthday to ever surface in your life. Minus the part when you realize that some people still love you (more than the obligatory food) and that you have an amazing birthday cake (even without the candles and people to sing for you) though the cake was just lying above the table, still wrapped in carton.
Maybe this isn't so significant after all. It's just another phase of life called maturity.
I'm thankful for the family support system. They will always be the one who will remember your birthday without Facebook as a medium.
For the wonderful best friend who did his best to celebrate my pre-22nd.
For the chance to make up for the wrong things I have done.
For having a solid thesis group despite the thesis not starting out according to plan.
To more sleepless nights and early rise, presidential duties, happiness, success, and being a confidante.
Cheers!