I've been thinking about a lot of different things lately. About birthdays and friends and my interpretations of peoples' actions. How my feelings, though they're real because they're my feelings, might not be valid and might end up hurting me and other people. What I'm willing to do for other people and what they're willing to do for me.
So, birthdays. Why are birthdays so important to me? How can so much value be placed in a single day that's a copy of a day where something really important happened X years ago.
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