It's the Day of my birth.
I'm miserable.
Inside a house I don't want to be in,
And working a job that I hate.
No friends.
At least I'm one day closer to death.
Thought #25
It's the Day of my birth.
I'm miserable.
Inside a house I don't want to be in,
And working a job that I hate.
No friends.
At least I'm one day closer to death.
