bittersweet
why do birthdays give me so much sorrow. the whole day is supposed to celebrate me, but then i still tend to feel like a burden. they start to sing Happy Birthday, suddenly the room feels claustrophobic, “stop! please stop singing.” “i want to cry right now, don’t finish the song, please.” i start to think. such a waste of a person. why are you celebrating them ? i didn’t think i would make it pass my last two, but here i am celebrating another.








