My Birthday Essay

 

Dear fucking self, how are you? They said you're 24, you're growing fast, time flies, things change - feelings are worst. There are days that are happy, moments which are lonely, nights that are weary.

It's hard and deteriorating, I'm miles away from home, somehow it feels like freedom but often felt melancholic. I am curious, do someone miss me? They're all the same asking for one thing but it's okay we are rational human beings longing for things we want eventhough these are wants only not needs - just for the "so desperately want to impress".

Dear fucking self, people nowadays are narrow-minded, they tend to judge you suddenly, yet they didn't know a slight of truth, others only believe the version of truth in their own heads.

This years chapter's closed with a lesson. "Don't trust anyone, unless it's love". Happiest birthday this 29th of August 2023.

Genuinely yours,

Self