Even when it's my birthday, I always find a way to fuck shit up.
My grades.
My assignments.
My family.
My mom.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I always have to mess everything up? Why do I have to suffer after I've already given up?
Why the hell was I born if all I was born to do was fuck up everyone's lives?
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