I usually don't update my birthday-status in my journal and I have disabled my Facebook-notification on my birthday like ages ago, but dude. I'm 22 at 22.2. So... You know. I kinda had to. It's magic. THANK YOU MOM FOR GIVING BIRTH TO ME ON 22.02, one of my birthdays is superhilariously awesome.
So yeah! It's been a nice year. I have a future, I've pushed through my studies like a boss and with good grades, I have pretty much stomped my depression into a level that I'm actually ready to move on from all the trouble I had. I'm gonna get a job, I will do the things I love just because I personally deserve it.
It feels good to actually feel like I'm a fresh human being somehow. And LET myself feel that way. Wow.
Also because my friend is top-notch, such an up-stand ducking nice guy, I just want to thank you for this.
And just for being around. Being the person you have absolutely always been to me. Such-an up-stand-fucking-nice-guy, even all the changes that you have gone through and the bull I gave you all the time, you're still pretty much the same to me. Just a bit more dear, every day.