Another year and another birthday...
One more year to add on to my life. One more year of me just pretty much wasting space on this planet. I always get so depressed around my birthday. I dont get it...well maybe i do. I always spend my birthday alone. The same thing every year. How ive longed to have friends who would throw me a birthday party just for the hell of it, or even just want to do something with me. I get it, im fucking weird. I like weird stuff thats outside of the norm or dont like what everybody else likes. Im also anti social as fuck alot of the time. A certain someone was planning something for my birthday for me (but well we all know what happened in november).
I know I push people away when im depressed/emotional. I hate that I do it and I fear like ive pushed the people who used to care about me so much away from me for good and that scares me. We were friends for so long and I honestly dont know how to make friends anymore. Im going to be fucking 30 years old and I dont have anyone in my life I talk to. Im honestly surprised and amazed ive made it this far. And to be completely honest, I dont know how much longer Im going to be able to keep going on like this...













