Yes, i'm 19.
*POP*

That *pop* was supposed to be like pulling the
party popper or sth.

But too bad, you're not using it on me.

Its 2.23am and i've received more than 5 calls.
Wishing me a happy birthday.
And, asking me why am i at home.

Honestly, i have no idea.
But i dont feel happy.

So there's probably no need to celebrate it...

Maybe things will change when i wake up,
maybe not.

I dont know?
But that remains untold.

But nevertheless,
Thank you all so much for the wishes.

I'm still coping up at home.

Wish me a oh-not-so-happy birthday.
:)


-No, i'm not trying to be a sadist here if thats what you're thinking,
screw you. You're ****ed.-


i love you.
more than anything else in the world.
but i seem to be bringing you misery
more than what i should ever bring you.
i dont wanna make anymore wishes..