Mr. Cinnamon has ripped his bum. I've had him for decades, my buddy, my pal, my childhood friend.
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Mr. Cinnamon has ripped his bum. I've had him for decades, my buddy, my pal, my childhood friend.

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Hi, May.
In years past, I would get excited starting the first of May. It was the best month of the year, my month, the month of celebration and presents and noise and cake.
But I don’t want to keep changing my personal number anymore!
I am going to turn thirty this month and I would definitely love to feel accordingly, but I don‘t at the moment. I feel confused and dejected and JADED and skeptical on the line of life and thirty is making me feel like the world is really big and I’m really tiny right now. As if thirty was supposed to make things eye level and instead, I feel only as high as a common wooden chair.
What can I do for thirty, for living at home, for having dreams and having let them go? How can I let go myself?
How can I celebrate another year, how does one celebrate a change in decades?