Another chapter begins.
Age is just a number. That's what I told myself. It's just another year to go through the same cycle. Grow older. Grow prettier/mature/uglier. Grow fatter/skinnier. Grow wiser/stupider .
All in all. I'm so not happy to be 22.
And.. I hate it that you are not there to wish me anymore. I really miss you. I teared when I thought of you today.
The emptiness.
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