To You…

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Disclaimer:
Hey I want to post a melancholic nonsense today. I know I promised not to be so soppy and mushy about stuffs, but what can I do? So if you are not interested to read my public love letter you can skip today’s post and come back again tomorrow (or later if I have new post, tee hee).

Dear You,

Happy Birthday.

It is silly that after whatever happened few months ago, I still can’t find a reason why I should hate you. Everybody hates you, especially Mr. Fix-It, because you practically ruined his plan. But anyway, I haven’t hated you yet. Maybe I am that wise, or maybe I am that pathetic. Or maybe I just love you. It does not really matter now, does it?

Anyway, there’s is only 0.000001% chance that you read this post today, which was exactly my reason why I wished you happy birthday here. I don’t want to ruin your perfect little life, in your perfect little birthday bubble by giving you a cheery happy birthday, no matter how genuinely happy I am for you. I am a good person, I know, and it would be fucking hard to find someone better than I am, you know :p

As a birthday gift, I will throw myself on your bed, I will wish you a very happy birthday. You know I have learned in the past that if I cursed on someone, it usually became reality. You don’t know how my mental vengeance has taken so many victims? So I release you from my vengeful curse.

No, I don’t want you to come back to me. I just want you to be happy… and to be an adult.

I know. I know.

You’re old enough, but no matter what I am still older than you, so shut up, and listen.

You might think your life sucks, and you don’t deserve good things in your life. But you do. You’re a selfish son of a bitch, but you are not an evil bastard. This guy is:

So worry not. You haven’t crushed a single soul. Or you have. I don’t care.

Anyway. One thing that I learned from being an adult is cleaning up your own shit, and taking the shit from those immature wankers throw at you. Seriously that sucks, but you can’t always be in the position of the immature wankers. There should be a process of regeneration in the International Immature Wankers Organisation. Oh… I am not saying that you are one of them, but if you insist…

No. Really I don’t hate you.

Come on. Can I make fun of you a little? After what you have done, you deserve it!

Ah you would not read this anyway. So yeah, let me continue.

In the future, of course, I hope you find someone new. Or if you want to get back together with one of your other exes then that’s fine too. But I hope you can find the feeling that you’re searching for. I hope you find a happiness you’re longing for. And even for a very short second, I hope you felt love.

I want you to believe that tomorrow can always be better. That the shit today happened for a reason. And I know you have told me that my philosophy is shit, but hey, at least I live my life like a boss with those shitty philosophy. I want you to know that true perfection has to be imperfect (Noel Gallagher, 2002), so don’t be afraid to make mistake (because you’re the one who has to clean up your own shit anyway).

I want you to believe that although miracle is a myth, but the probability is a chance that you can predict with mathematical formula. So if you don’t believe in luck, you should believe in “try again”. When everything fails, remember that there are people who cares. I do. I still remember your birthday.

Alright. Enjoy today like there is no tomorrow. But really, I think it is wiser that you postpone the celebration and the drinking contest until this weekend so that you don’t have to come to the office hangover. But hey you’re an adult enough to make your own decision, aren’t you?

So Happy Birthday

GLHF

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