Birthdays can die.

Seriously. I hate my fucking birthday. Sorry for not posting in awhile.
So December 23rd was my bday. It was a fucking piece of shit day.

Fuck "happy birthday"
Seriously, every year this day serves nothing but to remind me of how much of a loser i am, and that my incessant bitching and crying will do nothing but make me lose more and more.
But you know what. FUCK ME. I don't matter.
I should just go die, and you people shouldn't care about it .

Just go on with your fucking important ass lives because you people matter.
I don't.
So fuck you all.

It would've been nice to at least spend the fucking day at least with SOMEBODY at least. Weather was great, chilly but the sun was out. But nooo. Noone would spend time with me.

Spent the entire. Fucking. Day .all alone. Yeah that's right i'm a loner. Fuck it all.

Alot of people say i should CHANGE. Well what's the fucking point. I change people look down on me. I'm like this people look down on me anyways. What's the fucking point. I'm going to be looked down on and kicked shit on either way you look at it. So why fucking bother, because the fall will just be the same.
Seriously this is minor.
Whatever. Noone cares anyways, i'm shutting up now.



Have a nice day.