I can barely believe when I say I am writing this, a year from when I remember last writing and feeling the way that I did before I turned a year younger than I am now. The issues were similar, at a different level of gravity, and they manifested in a way unlike they do this year. I'm still riding upwards waves, and I'm still trying to drown myself in things which make me neglect myself. I repeat the same things over and over again, here and elsewhere.
Recently I fell sick and celebrated the consequences. I now mourn recovery in a forever search for meaning. My insides are melting for a void to settle. No more than an empty music box, an image bound to fade with time.
Nonetheless, I wish you a happy birthday and for you to remember this day only being an example of the many days that have been and the many days to come.