Happy Birthday Eunji, although I’ll probably never celebrate this day again, and you aren’t getting older, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about you today, well all week actually; I even lit incense for you. I’ve spent much of my free time these last few days drawing you and wishing you were still here.

The world is a complete mess these days and strangely I feel like you would somehow be as calm as can be, finally everybody else is as anxious, frustrated, and/or depressed as you had been; as I had wished I had known you were. I know it’s pointless to continue writing as you have no way of even knowing that I am so I’ll keep it short for now