I hate my birthday.
I hate that I was born.
I hate that I'm alive.
I hate that I having attention on me.I never asked to be born.
I never asked for this life.
I never asked for this shity life.Every year this day comes and every year I hate this day.
This day.
I hate this day.
I hate myself.I want to be done, I really do. But I can't bring myself to do what I think I need.
Just another part of my shit life.
~Gerburtstag-birthday
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Short StoryHere are my short stories, some are very depressing. Have fun reading! Love y'all ~Maÿ