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Somewhere in Limbo

Somewhere in Limbo

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I hate when I am reminded about how unwell I am, that the world is indeed progressing along without me at it's usual pace. A pace, that I have become long alienated from.
I only know maybe 3 people that would understand part of what I'm going through.
I try to hide it because I don't want to be a whiner.

Maybe birthday parties are culturally secret "undeath" parties. Part of me wants other people to celebrate that I'm still alive with me. Granted, compared to other people, it's not much of a life, but I want it, it is meaningful to me, and it's mine. These people would feel pretty darn crappy if I died, so you'd think logically that they'd feel happy that I exist. Of course throwing a "hey I didn't die" party would be too weird. But birthdays are sort of the same deal: hey I'm alive, I exist, let's celebrate.
    may every moment that you haven't died be better than the last.
    and even in the face of Death hirself, may you wear a grin to match hirs.
    • Aw.

      Thank you, that's really sweet ^_^
      Although I must admit it's not actually my birthday, I had just been to a friend's.
      But I think I will celebrate mine this year in leu of an "undeath" party.
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