My birthday is in two days.
I'm supposed to be excited.
That's what I'm feeling, trust me.
I should explain it's not actually a feeling, as I have none. It's a label.
It's like a warning label, except it's to comfort people.
Here's the reasons for my totally real excitement:
I'll be celebrating it alone.
I've lost all my friends within the last week.
No one will remember, no mutuals that is.
He won't, and that will feel great.
I've been called shit by the one I trusted most. It truly opened my eyes, I've never been told that before. It makes me feel great so I repeat it as often as possible.
I don't even look like myself anymore which is great because I used to look like shit. Now I look worse #trendsetter.
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3AM
PoetryThese are poems. These are pieces of me pulled from the darkest part of my brain. These are not all one poem but they are all one book and they are all one brain. **strong language and possible triggers**
