23 years old.

[nausicaa83]

That's it. Today I turn 23. And I suppose it's that kind of a day when you look back at how you spent all your years, and you think about what you have now. I used to have a family, and be happy, and have apple pies on my birthday, and my dad would take pictures of me and my sister while we were opening our presents. A long, painful marathon of hospitals later, what's left? Nothing. I have nothing. No family, no beloved ones, no life worth mentioning. I no longer live, I last. No meaning, no reason why, I'm just here.

So let's celebrate this merry day with a song I'm listening to right now, and that summarizes pretty well what I'm feeling:

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father's come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends