Birthday Social Experiment
WARNING!!!!! THIS IS SUPER RAW. THIS IS AN ANNUAL INSIGHT OF MY MIND AND HOW I PERCEIVE LIFE ON “THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY I ESCAPED THE WOMB.”
First thing’s first…(and if you thought of “I'm the realist” as the next phrase, I see you!). Anyways, to my Tumblr followers who enjoy and look forward to these annual posts about how shitty my birthday is, y’all are the best! My misery or thoughts maybe help you get off or something but you still pay more attention to me than any guy (or girl) would ever give me. To my close friends who know why I get depressed, I'm finally revealing the cause to the public and thanks for being there in these times. To everyone else who is just curious for juicy deets, you came to the right place.
I’m hella crazy. I am also a depressed little piece of shit that somehow likes being miserable. (I mean, let's face it...if I didn't like it, I would announce to the whole world that today is my special day and I would also make sure I have plans so I can get distracted and enjoy what a birthday is supposed to be about. But I don’t).
The worst place to be is alone with your mind. I’m usually drowning in a sea of my thoughts, that's why I always try to do something to get distracted from them. I swear i'm not cynical, this is just what depression is and does to a person. There are days where you have to push through it and make something positive from the crap that piles on your plate.
Let’s get this show on the road
Anyways…today is my birthday; specifically my 20th birthday: the transition of teenagedom to (I guess what people like to call) “adulthood”. (I'm just here going through bits of it like “nah I got a taste of it and it was shit, could I just not?”) It hasn’t been working so here I am again, getting dragged through it haha.
To read the rest, follow this link:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/10qOTSfSSvRL8OZslz0mQnxD_GnWXDqLEDrGCkFceUfE/edit?usp=sharing