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It's strange. I just realized today is my birthday. However, it seems like the beginning of just another ordinary day. Perhaps when you get older, it starts to feel as though birthdays come and go just like that...

Dance practice is in the morning now at 7 AM. Rawr, I'm still sleepy...
This week is a terrible week. I have dance practice twice a day, and to top it off, midterms are this week as well.

Is it still raining outside? I wonder.
Dark rainy mornings always feel so surreal.
As long as I've known.. it's always rained on my birthday.