"Unleash your imagination" it says.

"I fear the day in which that happens," my brain retorts.

Well too bad, brain. That day is going to in 15 minutes.

That's right.

February 29.

Happy Birthday to me.

I'm turning 5.

Let's make a list of the things I think about;

- Transformers.

- Harry Potter.

- Rise of the Guardians.

- Peter Pan.

- Pingu.

- Star Wars.

- Person of Interest.

- Dragons. Horses. Pegasi. Unicorns. Thestrals.

- Jazz.

- Halo.

- Assassin's Creed.

10 minutes to go.

How many stories can Fanfiction allow you to post in one hit? Can I unleash all my creativity at once or is it going to be a little bitch? Only time will tell. What the hell else can I write and delete later? It's like the clock has completely stopped working. The second hand is taunting me.

5 minutes to go.

It's funny how 26 letters can excite me so much. A remix of letters and you get a work of art. I should make some art; maybe another Assassin's Creed sketch. The Book needs updating, my profile pic is in dire need of reworking.

2 minutes to go.

You'd think being a paraplegic would mean you're numb from the waist down. I'm one of the lucky few that isn't. There's a constant ache in my bones and a burning sensation that never falters. 10/10 would not recommend reading and walking. CONSTANT VIGILANCE.

1 minute to go.

It hurts so much.

Make a wish.

Let me run again.

Happy Birthday to me.