December 19, 2025

On the 11th, I embraced my connection. 

On the 12th, I did not wipe every inch of my apartment. 

On the 13th,  I took it slow. But then I got sick.

On the 14th, I worked 

On the 15th, I worked

 On the 16th, I worked like a slave, but I did something I am proud of.

 On the 17th, I was angry, resentful, exhausted, sleep deprived, sad, small and then thankful.

 On the 18th, I fed my soul. 

 On my birthday, I applaud myself for surviving. I take it slow. I am disappointed. I am wishful.

Even when no comes when it rains, even when no one comes when the rain doesnt fall, I will be there for me. I wish happiness on me. I wish the joy drowns me. I wish the love embraces me. I wish the mirror looks a bit bearable to see. I wish I will stop crying. I wish I am more me. I wish I never forget who I am.