Fuck I hate my birthday! Everything shitty always happens on my birthday. This time I have officially been told to get out. By my so called best friend. I really have noone & nothing left in this world.
I will not be able to find nor afford accommodation & if I manage to find somewhere, the same thing will happen all over again.
Looks like I’ll be bringing my plans forward to my birthday, end of this month.
I don’t want to die, but I’ve got nothing to live for.