I just get through all of the poems that I wrote one by one crying until i read this text that I actually wrote one year ago crying about my bireday reminding myself how lucky I was and that self love should be the only love that really matters

And that I was actually crying because I was living the life I dreamt of that needs sacrifice and hurt

And at the end ... this year my birthday is coming too and I am still living my dream life so come on let’s keep going