The last Monday of my 22nd year from birth is a slow and rainy one. I am sifting out who I want in my life still and also making sense of the sitcom my life has become. Granted the 22nd will just be another day in the Universe, it will mark a day I will enter another year, LESS stressed and less dramatically filled.
"Its my week and I will cry if I want to."
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