Saengil Chukahamnida.

May 3, 2012; I turn 15 today.

The air is thin with the distinct metallic taste of rain so I'm hoping that there'll be a drizzle. I always hope for a little bit of rain on my birthdays. Just a little bit. Enough to make me feel warm and fuzzy.

I always worry on my birthdays. I don't mean to, it's just that I feel like there's this black cloud hovering above me. Like if one thing goes slightly out of hand, I'm afraid I might just turn into an emotional wreck.

Oh, and I'm all alone in this house. I'm glad I'm meeting my friends later. I need some fresh air.

Just hoping things will take a turn for the better.

Please be kind.