thaiz

In a few hours it will be my birthday.

I will be 25 years old. It's funny when I think like that, I still see myself as a girl, but sure enough, she has the wishes and dreams of a woman. I am happy and grateful to be alive and well. I hope to be more and more blessed so that I can live even longer. I wish my dreams come true and that I can make happy those I love, sharing moments. May I grow and evolve my mind and heart. May I be more and more free, more loved, more attentive and enlightened. Thank you for another year of living, but for those still to come.

I'm anxious, but with each passing year,
I become more selective and more
discreet about what I do on my birthday.
Is it a virginian disease?