I'd like to blame it on my birthday.
I feel uneasy. Here I go again.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I just feel so down. Pucha. I'm not depressed about gaining another year per se. I mean, at the end of te day who cares? Everyones grows old.
On one hand I'm happy. Got everything I want at this point in my life, really. But on the other hand, inside me is this...monster.
Shit.
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