Dear 2019 I hope you won't kill me in the first month. I was wishing you because I supposed, you will be my year. I was planning move from the city, counting the days, buying the tickets, looking for apartments, looking for a job, studying lots. I have been feeling secure more than ever, taking hugest decisions. And now the 2nd day of the year, I feel like a baby who has been dreaming with the adulthood.
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