9/2/92

It was my birthday. As an aside, every year on my birthday (or a day before or after), someone in my family dies (which is completely coincidental and extremely alarming nonetheless). This time it was my uncle. I spent the day for the most part cleaning up and doing chores. And just the same as all the previous years, I had hoped to have actually killed myself or disappeared somehow before the next birthday but I never could because, of course, everyone else in my life dies out whenever I feel like I get the chance.