I’m in bed, looking at the ceiling, a bag of chips is on my belly and I can barely feel my legs. I don’t need a summary, nor a grocery list for next year. "Every day is a birthday" as my mom keeps saying. Every day of me pushing my limits, every day I fail but still keep on going, every day I keep the bad thoughts away and focus on those that really matter. Every single day.
Thursday, December 31, 2020
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