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Yeobo, it's my birthday. It really sucks. I just want to be with you on this day. That would be the best present I could get. I'd be happy to speak to you, to hear your voice, a laugh, a cry, anything to know you're doing okay. I understand you have no access to a phone or internet, and it hurts. But, if it's helping you then I'm cool with it. Just know that I'll be thinking of you all day and trying not to cry. Though the crying helps me get it out, I hate people bugging me..."What's wrong"? "What's the matter"? I don't want to talk to anyone, but telling them nothing's wrong is an obvious lie, and telling them to fuck off isn't nice. I'll write more later, Yeobo. Until then...sarang hae yo.