Status: because why not, ydg?

Empty Garden

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I never liked birthdays, most especially mine. They just mean one year closer to senility, to deterioration, to death.

No matter how much I protested they refused to respect my wishes.
{ why are wishes never respected in life but always in death ? }

So the night before my fifteenth birthday I told them if I saw one gift, one candle, if I heard one wish, one acknowledgment, I would go to the beach with a can of kerosene and a box of matches.

After her, they believed me.

I never heard another birthday wish again.