I made it. I'm 21. It's the big birthday we always joked about celebrating. The one where it'd finally be legal to do all of the crap we'd been doing since we were like ten
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I know I'm always gone, and I know there are better brothers, but I will at least wish you a happy birthday, no matter how belated. Twenty-one is a big age. Life your life, and don't give up. I know one day you'll make it big.
I know! I've been stressed off and on, but ranting in my journal alleviates most of that. I'm excited about going back to school. It's my escape. I'm really looking forward to it.
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