Don't

Don't talk to me about my birthday, please. And I'm quite serious about it. If the sky falls down on that Saturday, I couldn't care less. I just get tired thinking I might actually have 30 more years of this life.

Today, that depresses me.

So shoot me if you want, I might even thank you for it.

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