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19.06.20212
Dear Diary,
Today was a simple and leisurely Wednesday, but it was also my birthday. How unfortunate.
Instead of celebrating, I decided to spend it in my home - a small, run-down shipping container with little to no ventilation or airflow that is . Not exactly comfortable, but it works, I guess.
I could never really understand the concept of birthdays, or the point of celebrating my own birth. It all feels so tiring, as if there's no reason to celebrate.Furthermore, I have never found meaning in the idea of "birthdays" or the supposed joy of growing older. To me, the only purpose of that day is to remind me that I am still a living corpse with no real place in society. Life has never given me anything positive to care about neither any reverence for it ; instead, only drags me around to face new, unpleasantand bothersomes issues every single day.
Perhaps I'm just complaining...
