its my birthday.
why celebrate my life when i hate everything about it? the way i look. the selfish, spoiled, manipulative way i act. i’m in my mid-twenties. i live with my parents. don’t have a degree. i hate my job. my whole source of excitement is lying around watching tv. i’m taking up space. i’m a waste o precious resources. i’ll never make a difference in the world. i’m the most average, invisible person you could ever meet. people ignore me when i talk, i’m always wrong, even when i’m positively right. people would miss me, but there’s no one i would miss. i don’t […]