It really pains me to know my birthday is tomorrow. I don’t want to see another day. It’s not a celebration. All I want to do is get so fucked up that I’m out of touch with my existence and tear my eyes out of my head. I hate myself and nothing in this universe makes me want to stay any longer. I’m disgusted with who I am and what humanity is. I want to erase my existence for my birthday every year. 23. I’ve become everything I’ve resented. A robotic person with no character or personality controlled by society to work and live a pathetic life. Suicide is not the problem; living causes the problems.