Today is my 29th birthday and I'm feeling rather melancholic, I've done a lot of reflecting and I just don't feel like my life is worth celebrating. I have so much left to accomplish and this anniversary just seems like a blatant reminder that I'm running out of time. Personally, I find it surprising that I'm still alive. That I've made it this far. I've done a lot of stupid shit in my life and somehow I'm still here. It's honestly baffling.