Another year passes me by.
I feel myself growing older each day, not so much aging as I am decaying. Rotting, slowly, from the outside in.
Life is pain. Life is cruel. The moment you part from your mother’s womb, you are truly alone - trapped in the shall you call a body.
And yet we celebrate birth.
a mockery. A monument to my torment.
dude u gotta loosen up its ur birthday omg
wanna get high