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E ziua mea. Dintr-o data sunt adult. So what? So nothing.

Cel putin am aflat what it feels like to reach a point when you don't want to celebrate birthdays anymore.

Growing old (and not fulfilling your dreams) is quite possibly the most tragic fact of life - singura speranta e ca doar dragostea atenueaza, absoarbe vidul.

Am pierdut un an being afraid. The scary thing e ca pot sa pierd toata viata being afraid. Ma bucur inca de luxul timpului si daca e sa imi pun o dorinta, o singura arzatoare ruga, accea ar fi sa-l folosesc altfel, cu ce are sens pentru mine.

Good night and good luck.