i don’t care about my birthday anymore. even though my friends and family are excited, i really don’t think it’s worth the time celebrating a life that isn’t worth celebrating. Sure i’m another year older, but what good does that mean? we’re all going to die and so far from what i’ve seen life is basically a contest to see who is in this marathon we call life the longest. But i don’t like being a conformist, i’d rather be watching it from above instead of actually being in it.
i guess i’m lazy that way.