Cant imagine being 24… It’s been 24 years my mum gave birth to me… so pure, so cute. For 24 years I’ve been breathing and living. Thinking back what have I done in these years… A LOT but yet empty! Wat I have now is somehow fulfilling but yet not enough. Am I greedy? Am I needy? Am I lost? 24 years of life… happiness, sadness, emptiness, sorrow, anger, joyful, delighted, fun and excitement… Anything else I need to try? A LOT but yet little… I’m 24 but not 24…
Wishing myself Happy Birthday…
dixonthum 