What I'd Like For My Birthday Is For You To Give A Shit.
Today is my birthday, and I woke up feeling good. The prospect of a day off with my family, and a tasty brunch awaited. But as the morning grew, the familiar sensations of chest-tightness, gloom and a rapidly disappearing appetite, set in. I know from experience that this condition can only resolved by the verbal vomit of a self-involved personal narrative essay the likes which the internet should be entirely tired of by now.
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