Originally posted by: -Jazzy-
I never really understood birthdays because it's always a mediocre realization of being one year closer to death and looking at all the shit that hasn't been accomplished. But hey, I don't judge.
Because today, you're seventeen and you're sweet sixteen and fifteen and fourteen and thirteen and twelve. You are eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one: a conglomeration of all the things that have led to this day, here and now. And the world be damned if reveling in survival is not cause enough for celebration. Happy birthday Amber and congratulations for adding yet another layer of clay on this structure of sediment... what's the word for it? Ah, life.
Seventeen snuck up on you, didn't it? Seventeen years of growth and evolution, yet you're still here watching this downward spiral of a show? I kid, I kid.
I will try and do my best to prevent you from starting off your journey towards the big eighteen by being an egotistical bitch. So thank you for being the okayest friend when I needed one/didn't want one. Your mediocre ability to comprehend sarcasm is also a nice anchor in a world dominated by stupidity. And you are also sometimes slightly decent at being a resident homegirl for the CC. An extremely average friend overall, which is kind of hard to find.
Here's wishing you a year of adventures and happiness, of excitement and tranquility, of friends and family. Give yourself away to deep breaths and slow thoughts. Eat well, sleep enough, and learn to relax and maybe the dust and gallows won't call your name till you've at least reached 86. That's how Misao Okawa did it anyways.
Once again, happy birthday Amber and many, many happy returns of the day.
Have a splendid day!
P.S.: I don't know why I thought your birthday was in April.