The birthday from hell.
You know what? It annoys the hell out of me to hear my friends around me :"Awww don't get depressed because it's your birthday!! You should be having fun!! And think of the presents!"
Well, fuck the presents, I say. It's my right to sulk as much as I want for hitting the 25, really. And so I will. It doesn't matter that in 3 days I am going to be having so much fun with said irritating friends that is going to be disgustingly awesome. And there will be glitter, loads of it.
Well, fuck consistence too. So now I'm gonna sulk and start planning how to spend this wednesday-birthday from hell. I wonder if I could fit under my living room's bookcase...
Naw, there would be dust and one is asthmatic.
Damn.
My plans foiled.
I reckon I have no other choice than drowning myself in chocolate.
Alas, what a tragic and distasteful future....
Well, fuck the presents, I say. It's my right to sulk as much as I want for hitting the 25, really. And so I will. It doesn't matter that in 3 days I am going to be having so much fun with said irritating friends that is going to be disgustingly awesome. And there will be glitter, loads of it.
Well, fuck consistence too. So now I'm gonna sulk and start planning how to spend this wednesday-birthday from hell. I wonder if I could fit under my living room's bookcase...
Naw, there would be dust and one is asthmatic.
Damn.
My plans foiled.
I reckon I have no other choice than drowning myself in chocolate.
Alas, what a tragic and distasteful future....