Remember what I got for my birthday? My birthday this year was right up there with the birthday I had when my mother busted my lip for popping a fucking balloon. Yes there was blood. Both this birthday and that birthday scarred me for life. So why should I invest in somebody's birthday that contributed to such a horrible time in my life?
We're all good now. But maybe I'm not that over what was done to me. It's so crazy how we are all good until some random reminder just pops up. I'm sorry but birthdays don't do it for me right now.
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- Mike Milan
- I had originally created this blog as an outlet for my thoughts and as a way for my close friends to keep up with me. I still use this as an outlet for my thoughts and my close friends still read it, however, I have attracted many other readers from around the world. I keep this blog as honest as possible and I type the way that I talk. I want this to come off as a conversation that I am having with you, the reader. Please, excuse my grammar and spelling! There is a lot about me on this blog but its not the full picture. So while I thank you for reading, I think you should know that I leave a lot out.
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