I've been pondering for quite some time whether to make this post or not. It shoudn't be such a big deal, but I didn't want to post anything just yet. I'm not quite ready to come back fully and I hate doing things half-heartedly.

Anyway, what I'm here for is this. This is just a silly ritual and I've given up on congratulating all but the most important to me. This occasion is just the time when I feel compelled to do so.

So Happy Birthday, Park Yoochun! You really made me fall for you, didn't you? I'm not going to regret it. There's quite a number a things I learned from you. That it's okay to cry. That admitting your weakness makes you stronger and admitting your stupidity makes you wiser. At first I kinda hated it when you fooled around too much, it made me feel embarrassed. Now I know I just envy your freedom and your courage. I'm too insecure to let go, to not care what other people think. I'm too caught up in the masquerade.
And from my mistakes I learn.

I'm very daring though. Because I dare to believe. But that's a whole different story. For now just be happy please.



Why does it feel as if it's my birthday?