Birthday

It's nearly four in the morning and my birthday is well and truly over at this point.
I'm 20 years old.
I have nothing further to say on the matter. Like my last Christmas post, I'm finding it very hard to tap into the emotional residue surrounding these events.
I've aged.
I'm older, shorter of breath, and one step closer to death, in the words of some old band.
Christ, it's only 20. Best years ahead and all that. There's a thought.
But now that we've got through that one day of the year where I'm expected to be happy, I might actually manage to be happy.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel and I doubt that it is a flamethrower.
Fingers crossed.

Oh, and I'm surrounded by beauty, so thank you for that. It's helping with the whole dredging myself up out of the pit I've fallen in business. Feel free to be a little smug. You deserve it.

Goodnight.