Me and birthdays really don't get along. After I had chicken pox on my birthday in 1993 and that really really crappy one I refuse to talk about in '96.
Now my main objective is just to get through the day and if I make it and nothing extremely bad happens then it's a good birthday. It's not so much that I dread getting older (yet).
I am happy to say my 23rd went well. I'm still here right?
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