I'm walking out the hospital with crutches, bandages and stitches on my chest, and a stabbed leg. With all that on top of my birthday today. Happy birthday to me. Clara, I hope your happy. I can barely eat or drink anything, I barley see or hear. Everything is somewhat blurry and all I hear are little echos, even when people are standing right next to me. I'm on the verge of death. I have to take a deep breath every 5 minutes. I got a refill of my inhaler, so no more moods for a few months. Thanks. Is that my birthday gift from you? Well, I got it. Are you happy? #SatanSpawn It's my birthday, and I'm going home, torn apart and on the verge of death. Yeah, sure, that's the kind of birthday I've always dreamed of. Thanks so much for wrecking me.
