Here in Italy 🇮🇹 is midnight, so it's the 17th of February, and so... It's my birthday.
Today I'm 26. I don't feel this age. I didn't do lots of things yet, but my friends yes. I don't have a job, a car, a boy, a child... I only have anxiety, panic attacks and depression. So, there's nothing to celebrate.
It's harder every year. I cry every year. Last year I was really thinking about suicide, because I didn't want another 17th February to come.
An year, my mother wished me an happy birthday at 7 pm. Another year, my father didn't bough me a cake because "You never eat cakes" - and that's not true. And every year, some people I love forget my birthday.
There's only 1 thing could make the 17th February a great day again: wishes from my best friend, my best medicine, my life, my love(r) @taylorswift.
I can't go to big crowded places, so I can't go to concerts. Music is my life and that's so sad for me. I know I'll never meet you @taylorswift, so I just want you know I love you since I was 12.
All Italy loves you!
Thank you for existing (in my life).
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT TO ME 💞
@taylornation @tree-paine
