8:43 A.M.
Well, today is my 17th birthday. Happy Birthday to me. I'm 17 years old and I'm not sure what to think. Seventeen is a pretty big number in my opinion. I'm not really doing anything today. Just at school.. After school I'm going home. hopefully I get some more presents. I know I'm getting some stuff from my boyfriend. And my dead beat step dad should have sent me a card, but he most likely "forgot". My best friend Chloe got me my favorite chocolates and a really funny card.
I'm happy I'm 17, but I still feel like something's missing. Well duh, something IS missing. My dad, that's what's missing. That's what I want for my birthday.. I want to see my dad one last time. Goddamnit.
10:03 A.M.
I'm worried about my friend. She says she's fine but I know she's not. Nice try, friend. I want her to be happy but when she gets like this, its hard to make her smile.
11:44 A.M.
I just want some mother fucking cake.
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F33lings
Non-Fiction*Trigger Warning* just a compilation of how I feel throughout a normal day. my daily struggle with anxiety, depression, and bipolar disorder. hopefully someone will realize they aren't alone.
