Today is my 22nd birthday.

All kinds of apps always remind you of this before the rest of the world does.

Time flies — somehow I've already reached the legal age of marriage ( ) even though it feels like just yesterday that even dating was considered "puppy love." Perhaps, as Shadow Hurricane once said, the midpoint of life is 18, and I've already squandered more than half of mine.

I feel like my sense of "birthdays" and my desire to "celebrate" them are fading more and more. Rather than making a big fuss, I'd probably prefer to treat it as just another ordinary day. But maybe this year's birthday will be lonelier than usual — after all, whether it's ccy or xzy, both have already disappeared from my life, and the only one who has stayed by my side is gh.

I've always believed that witnessing someone grow, and being witnessed growing yourself, are both things to be cherished.

I can always feel pain within happiness, so when midnight came and I looked up at that solitary moon hanging in the cold wind, I felt sad.

May those who have met never part again, and may those who have parted never meet again.

Happy birthday to you.

2025.12.05 03:38 addendum: Well, on the afternoon of the 4th, xzy sent me a text message — and in the end, I added her back as a friend. I was actually pretty shocked; I didn't think she still remembered my birthday…