Just yesterday, I realised that I'm turning 22 in a week.
:)
Suppose to be a happy joyous occasion.

I want to celebrate my birthday with a bang. I really really want to be happy.
But turns out to be the date has other meanings. I am really fucking myself up.

I have been burying myself at work.
I reach home at 9 this whole week and am going back to work tomorrow.
Great isn't it.

I want to.. but my heart is telling me not to.