Today is my birthday. I am 23 years old.
That's about it really. Birthdays have begun to depress me because I feel older but no wiser - in fact, I'd say I'm less worldly wise now than I was 365 days ago. I'm still socially toxic due to my general hatred of small talk. I still overanalyse everything, like I can't turn my brain off. And I still don't suffer fools gladly. Even though I really should have learnt to solve all of these by now.
Tomorrow evening I'll be going down a pub for some drinks. I don't know if I'll meet anyone I know there. I don't really care, to be honest, because I know I'll not really meet anyone interesting, or if I do, I'll manage to irreversibly offend or terrify them because I'm that sort of person. I'm used to that now. But I'm still breathing and I still have use of all my limbs, so that's something. My hearing's not deteriorated any further either, and I've still 20/20 vision. There are people in worse situations than I am. I could have been wrongly convicted of murder than locked up in a flea- and violence-infested penal colony in South America, for instance.
On the plus side, I've started my Legal Practice Course and there'll hopefully be people there who I'll get on with... (fat chance, I thought the same thing when I started university, and that never happened!)