Happy Birthday to me... again

I'm 24.

I have reached the point in my life, where if i were to die mysteriously, it would write "mid-twenties".

I don't know if i have accomplished anything in my life worth mentioning.

I don't know if i make my parents proud.

I know that I love who i love, and nothing can change that.

I know that i am doing what i like and what i want to do.

I wish i could know more.

I wish i could be more mature, more sensitive, and less of a pain in the arse.

I wish i could be more aware of my surroundings and the people in it.

I hope that if i ever need help, my friends would prove my parents wrong and be there for me through thick and thin.

I hope i made the right choices in life.

I hope i can take more beautiful pictures of the people i care about.

I think i have choices.

I think my life is not useless.

I think people will remember me if i am gone.

I am someone who believes wholeheartedly in the goodness of people.

I am a someone who trusts too easily.

I am a someone who gets suckered by sad faces and always gives money to charity, be it the donation day students or the old lady selling tissues.

I am always impatient.

I am me.