It's the age before becoming perfect. My parents believed that it's the unluckiest year. They would celebrate it and pretend a year older to somehow evade the bad luck.
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I didn't believe them.
But this year was terribly bad for me.
Career wise. It is terrible.
Relationship wise. It is terrible.
Money wise. It is terrible.
And now death.
My gradeschool/highschool classmate passed away this morning. I didn't fee like crying. I got sad. Ofcourse.
I got scared. We are of the same age. What if it happens to me? What will happen to my kids?
Now. 10 hours later. I find myself crying. She was my bestfriend. She understood me. Stood by me. She was patient with me. She made my gradeschool and high school life fun. She was a huge part of my life.
And she's gone.
October come now please.
