I’m almost 17 now. Yay for me, I guess. The only thing I can possibly feel proud about is the fact that I’ve made it this far, because honestly I didn’t think I would reach 17. Or maybe I did, but I didn’t want to; I’m too coward to let go off everything.
Hooray for another year in which I accomplished absolutely nothing worthy.
Hooray for another year of constant failures and hollow feelings.
Hooray for another year in which I lost more people whom I loved.
Hooray for me…
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY no one told me happy birthday on my birthday this year so just encase happy birthday in advanced
2015 has been brutal hasnt it. I fucked up shit too. Coincidentally i also turned 17 this June. So, i know the feeling bro.
Happy birthday.
17 was a rough year for me. I think it is a rough year for a lot of people in this world. I had one foot in childhood one in adulthood and absolutely no one around me who had any clue how to act as an adult.
I’d like to say it gets better but that would be discounting how you feel right now in this moment. I got through seventeen by simply walking forward. Forward in a white out. I lost so much that year but I just kept moving.
I’d like to add that the most courageous thing you can do as a human in this world is continue to fight and stay. IMHO there is nothing noble in leaving this world by my own hand.
Truth be told, if everyone just left me the fuck alone on my birthday every year my life would have so much more added value. I never ruin my own birthday it’s always the idiots around me who do.
Here to the idiots not ruining your birthday this year, and if they do, fuckem.