My birthday wishes for the past few years, they have all never come true.
Getting into medicine.
Getting into medicine, again.
Getting A*STAR scholarship.
Getting into US colleges.
But this year, it just has to come true.
Although my original wish would have been for her to give a chance to be friends again, I changed my mind at the last minute.
And wished for my death. Which I tried at least twice. And clearly failed at all attempts.
I have always been so sick and tired of this life. Yet somehow I could never take my own life successfully.
Except for this time.
For once my wish came true, albeit how morbid it is. To think I would see myself vomitting blood today.
What a birthday present it is.