The summer sounds are like old friends.
Happy last birthday to me. Yay!
My mother traveled, so I am alone in my house. Can you believe it? It’s a miracle!
This is the best last birthday I could ever wish for. But at the same time not because I have a test but whatever.
I never believed I would live this much, it’s still surreal. But it’s ok, because I won’t live to see another one.
I feel at peace. Everything I wanted to do before I die is going rather smoothly, what a miracle.
So I guess it’ll be in January.
Oh and I’ll also confess my love the day I’ll do it, I’m kind of nervous even when I’ll not get to see the rejection.
But I’ll finally be free of everything.