Feb 10, 2018
Today is my birthday and I feel miserable physically and emotionally empty. I hate this day because it reminds me that there was nothing special about me being alive, two people fucked and then i popped out nine months later. In to a world we’re I was practically abandoned by my parents, treated as the black ship of the family because I don’t follow their stupid costumes or act like a girl supposed to. A world that is depressing and dark. There’s no reason why i write this I just feel like venting out my anger for this stupid day that the only thing it reminds me of is that I’m one year older and one year closer to death.
