Well, in a little while, it will be officially over. The anniversary of my birth will have past. And I will admit that I am glad to be rid of it. In 1 24 hour period, it feels as if what was left of my heart fractured further, dried completely, and crumbled to powder. As I wave goodbye to the day, I follow by waving goodbye to the dust blowing in the wind. Once again, to them both, I say good riddince.