What Birthday? Spinning out of control, like a tornado, I couldn’t control myself. My vision was blurred into a mosaic painting, palms were sweating, and mouth was dry. I didn’t know what to do. I needed to sit or down, or I would fall down. My stomach was churning, like an ocean, I think I might be sick. I was drenched with sweat in the middle of winter. My entire body was numb; …showed first 75 words of 625 total…

…showed last 75 words of 625 total…so don’t waste your time. Find your meaning in life and live it to the fullest. The next day I awoke in my bed, my head was pounding like a giant bass drum. Of course, here comes my mom, “So…how was your birthday?” I tilted my head towards my mother and stared at her with the blankest stare I could muster, and said the only thing that popped into my head, “What birthday?”