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I actually have to back date this entry since I was suppose to make a post on my birthday, o'well, not like anyone is reading it.

For the last few days, I have been showing people the image I have on top of this post. It is obviously not one of my creations but it reflects this feeling I always have. Until this day, I always believe if I die at this moment, less than 10 people will show up to my funeral and most of them are forced to show because they feel like they have to obey some type of 'social norm'. My life isn't making an impact in anyone's life so why would anyone mourn for something that has no significance to them? But again, I have no right to complain since I failed to show up for two death in the family. Maybe this is God's way to punish me for who I am and I am cursed to live my life like this, an afterthought, a person of no special significance.