I recently read an english translation of "The Stranger" by Albert Camus. It left me thinking... Why do we bother to try? Even if we accomplish all that we've set on our meaningless bucket lists, it doesn't change anything; We are all condemned to die.
When I think about what I've accomplished over the past 17 years... Well, it's not really much. But you know what? I'm enjoying life regardless. I do stupid things every day, and I probably make a billion bad decisions as well. But I have fun doing it; I enjoy hanging out with my friends, doing whatever I want, goofing off, being myself... That's the way I want to live my life.
I am me.
Even without you.
17 has been a good year. Of course, I've said that about every year so far... I never know what to say on the eve of my birthday. There's the whole excitement and anticipation rush that comes with realizing you have the wisdom of another year under your belt, but at the same time, there's this sense of melancholy and bittersweetness when you think of how much time you've wasted... How time has flown by. Time you'll never get back, time you'll never return to. And I'll miss it...
But you know what. I've got loads to look forward to. So I'm gonna just continue doing what I've been doing over the past few years for the rest of these two hours; whatever the hell that I want.
Turning 18?
Let's do this.
So, age 17... I raise my glass to you. It's been a good year... Lots of memories have been made. Most, sadly, I will most likely forget; The most important ones will stay with me for life.
Thank you to all my friends who have been with me throughout the year. Even if we are far now... Thank you. You've brought me to where I am today.
ttyl. :)
P.S- Some things still just don't change. I'm sorry.
Pero ti amo ancora.
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