Yesterday? It’s 2.49 am. I don’t want to be 21. It’s a bloody Black Jack number -_-
So that’s what i am now… Black Jack? I really don’t want to be 21. I hate it. It means I’m one step closer to the year ending. There’s nothing for me there. Not that i can own up to.
But i don’t want to die. I’m in limbo, and everything is so dizzy outside.
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Congratulations and welcome to adulthood even though you don’t sound too thrilled about it. I’d like to be 37.. Ah, something about growing older… Except for 60. Oh..
I missed my 21 st i was in a coma trying to end it with an overdose happy birthday
What is a coma like?