tomorrow

is 11/14.

i had a big old long ramble but deleted it. summary:

11/14s past : sucked. depressing. cried a lot just to prove i wasn't totally numb ("i only kill to know i'm alive. so what?")

tomorrow : i'll wake up to the best present i never dared to ask for. the gift that keeps on giving. every morning is a new birthday, and each day i'm a year younger. my smile will never vanish.