21.20 - 12.6.25 happy birthday dear novelist

hey… your 4 years old now!! how crazy it is that time flies by so fucking damn quickly. you flew by too soon aswell, but hey - time is inevitable

now that i think about it, everything in life is inevitable, not even “gods plan” or “your own the wrong path” can fix this (or maybe it can?) - but i think that we just live how we go. these things happen! 

i want to be able to live free without thinking about the person constantly peering behind my back, ready to pounce like theres no tomorrow. im sick and tired of them being such a put off to my life and actually let me live. i want to be able to be someone that isn’t chained by the shackles that rust but never break. 

my only wish is to stop denying that the person is myself.

its your birthday, youve been gone for more than a month, youve wanted us to be feel happy about u finally realising your own spiral of thought 

i want to live up to how youd like us to, so let that start soon please, if i remember to wake up from this abyssal force

happy birthday you blue novelist, crack a can of coke open (or even rockstar!)

because - you truly deserve it