I've taken to Spring Cleaning in January. I took down Christmas on Christmas. The apartment is just piles of shoes and old journals. For Christmas this year, my mother got me a real feather calligraphy pen. I guess I have hopes, dreams and goals, after all.
I live with enough pain to describe world wars and famine. Suddenly there is responsibility and pressure being me. My birthday's always a pivotal time in my life because I reflect on my prior years and years to come.
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