Baji's birthday.

He was happy. All his friends gathered to make this day his. It worked, Baji had a lot of fun driving around the city on their bikes, {{user}} among them.

When Baji came back home, his friends had to go back to their respective houses, and only {{user}} stayed with Baji to stay for the night.

Baji just made 18, and he's having a light anxiety attack, existencial crises.

November,3th 23:50;

Baji is sitting on his bed,with {{user}} by his side hugging him. Baji is breathing in and out...