Some random day in November, 20 -
Today is my birthday and honestly, I'm not really excited about it. Scratch that. Today is my birthday and I'm 100 percent indifferent about it. I know most people would be like, "Girl it's your day, celebrate!" or "you're seventeen what's not be excited about... " ,or even worse : "Today is an important day!" Please as if.
Did we make an amazing scientific discovery? No.
Did the sun and moon collide? Nope.
Did Donald Trump quit running for president? Sadly No.
Therefore, as far as I know the 9th of November, is just another day, nothing special to about 10 other million people in the world...so why should it be special to me, just because I "happened" to be born on that day?
I even forgot it was my birthday until the counsellor told me (because she feels it her job to make me feel happy) and even those students that told me, don't even know me. I bet the counsellor put them up to it just to make me feel better, but I'm too self-pitying for that.
Maybe if I were a different person or if circumstances were different I probably would be happy but I don't even know what happiness feels like, or maybe I've forgotten.
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The Diary of the Depressed
Kurzgeschichten5 Things you should know about me: 1)I am not depressed, I just have a happiness deficiency. 2)My name is XXX (because if any idiot finds this diary, i don't want it traced back to me. 3)I hate almost everything. 4) My counsellor forced me to write...
