Happy Fucking Birthday
All I have to say is I may be 21 but that doesn't mean my life has any more value than it did yesterday. I don't feel like celebrating. I feel more like loathing my continued existence. I know it's a bad way to look at things but I just feel so pathetic in recent weeks that I don't even know. I wish I could make certain people understand my thought process a little more. Then again, maybe I don't even understand my thought process. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that I have maybe 3 or 4 good friends and the rest are just there from time to time to make themselves feel better for not being me. I feel as though my life is all lies wrapped up in deceit. Maybe if they looked past the surface they'd see what I truly am. A lonely son of a bitch who is just trying to make it through the day. Something has to change, fast. I don't want any pity or any of that bullshit but I would like some honesty from somebody for once. How do you really feel about me? Post anonymous if you'd like.