Today is my birthday đ
I used to wait for this day like people wait for a miracle. As if something would click at midnight, and everything would suddenly feel lighter, warmer, brighter. But real life isnât about miracles. Itâs about surviving. About holding yourself together when everything inside is falling apart. About smiling, even when it feels dark within. I wonât say Iâve stopped believing. Iâve just stopped expecting. And yet⌠some small part of me still hopes that one day, everything will change. That one single day could turn everything around.
Happy birthday to me. Maybe there wonât be fireworks today,
but there will be me real, alive, and still here. And maybe, just maybe, that miracle is still on its way⌠just running a little late. âĽď¸