I've aged. 17 years put me on the last year before I have to pay my own bills and shit. Honestly, maybe it's the weather(which usually is shit this time of year here in the Moscow region), maybe it's some mental disorer left undiagnosed, maybe it's me frying my dopamine receptors on easy online entertainment, but I've rarely felt straight up excited for my own birthdays. Maybe it's just the prospect of being singled out.
Oh well, one can go on and on about sadness, so *raises imaginary glass full of tarhun* here's to another year of creating!
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