This is the first year where I will not have a family to celebrate my birthday with. I’ve received a card in the mail every single year from my parents, respectively, and this year, I won’t get that. I won’t get anything. Not that I need to receive something for my birthday but I’ll be completely alone.
The cuts of the one group of people who are supposed to love me no matter what are deeper than any knife or blade. What am I to do?
I can already feel my soul ripping apart. It’s going to hurt and it’s going to cause me to slip even farther into my depression. I don’t know if I’ll make it past my birthday. I’m already dead.