My Birthday is next week.
Every year before my Birthday, I get stressed.
It is weird because I love being alive and I’m prouder every year.
It’s a weird anxiety thing.
Last year, it was so bad I was passing blood.
This year, I’m just overly anxious.
It is an improvement.
I’ll never be satisfied with my (own) efforts, but I have been trying much harder, and this year, I can feel it.
“Maybe, next year, I’ll just be happy.”-He laughed like Amy Poehler.