you’re twenty-two now, i’d like to congrats you, but first, let me ask you ’bout some stuff.

what are you, dude? i’m not talkin’ ’bout who are you, i know who the hell you are, but what are you now? a fuckin’ two-years old baby wrapped on a twenty-years old body?

it doesn’t even worth to celebrate. celebrate what? give me one hell of a good reason that it’s worth to celebrate.

sigh, tell you what, being twenty-two and you just can’t be a fuckin’ man?

what is this? all those shit stuff, whining and complaining all the time, ’bout all those shits that happens to you. can you be called a man with those fuckin’ kind of attitudes? throwing all those fuckin’ faults to anybody else, or even anything else exists.

and all those other fuckin’ shit, i won’t tell you. look for yourself! on yourself. get a mirror!

and hey, what are you to all the people around you? people who loves you so damn much, your family, your girl, your fuckin’ friends. what do you worth to them? nothing! coz you don’t even give a damn to them. let them love you, let yourself love them. give all you can give to show that you fuckin’ love them.

you’ve waste so many damn time, bro! what twenty-two years worth to you? a second? coz it looks like a fuckin’ second to me. you haven’t change a fuckin’ single bit! you’re still the new-born mother-fucker baby crying out loud about everything. anything. such an ego-maniac live in your own fuckin’ selfish world. it isn’t ’bout you all the time! this is about how you worth for someone else.

dude, just grow up!

be a man and just accept all those shit that GOD gives you. be grateful to all the things HE gives to you! it’s good for you, even if you can’t see how it is damn good to you.

twenty-two years walked by, and i don’t know how many time you got left. you and i both know that we can’t walk back to all the fuckin’ things you missed or messed up. so, i hope you can be a fuckin’ man on the journey to your end.

yeah, congratulation anyway,

congratulation of being nothing.

nothing on your twenty fuckin’ second birthday.

 

best regards,

your fuckin’ self.