I am so tired
of crying over lost friends on my birthday. This is just proof of the natural tragedy that sweeps over us all. The inescapable and inevitable truth that one day we will all fall away. Eventually things fall out of place. Relationships are neglected and strong bonds begin to fray. People die. And whether you are surrounded by a multitude of family and friends, or completely and utterly alone- death takes us all.
What kills me the most is that I loved him so much. But I love you so much more. I can never have him back. I still have a chance to salvage what we have. He is dead. You are alive. But you are more dead to me now than he could ever be. I feel so hopeless. I feel so small. And now I feel nothing because when apathy consumes us the human part of us dies.
Happy Birthday to me. Looks like another terrible fucking year.
What kills me the most is that I loved him so much. But I love you so much more. I can never have him back. I still have a chance to salvage what we have. He is dead. You are alive. But you are more dead to me now than he could ever be. I feel so hopeless. I feel so small. And now I feel nothing because when apathy consumes us the human part of us dies.
Happy Birthday to me. Looks like another terrible fucking year.