Happy Birthday to me!

" I gotta go. I don't want to be the toddler of my mom once more. I don't want to hear those lullabies again. I don't want my camel box back. I forgot how to sharpen those pencils.

I had love. I had lust. I appreciate both betrayal and pain. I rejoice. I despair sometimes. I said yes. But I lied. I found. But I was undone.

I was imperfect most of the times. But it was perfectly imperfect. I don't want to go back. Because I'm delightfully getting older.

Gosh! I can't wait to embrace another new year. Lemme keep my hands unwrapped. I gotta go."

Happy Birthday to Me!