happy birthday to me .
1.44am .
where do i even begin to tell you what's wrong .
i find myself trapped within myself ; then entrapped within this world .
you looked back, can't i hold you accountable for that? Or is that something that works only on the silver screen..?
she noticed a scar. i switched the topic.
its pouring now..2am..
its pouring outside, and inside.
these hot tears that trickles down my cheeks brings me back to reality.
and the reality is,
i'm dying =/
i hate everything.
nothing is going my way.
i'm bending my back for shit.
i need things to stop being blown up in my face.
i don't want to put up with things anymore.
things that make me unhappy.
things that i need to conform my ways just to get by.
its like no one cares.
nobody gets it.
and this silence i confine myself to is riving me.
nada.
she's accomplished nada.
she's a tittle.
waiting to make her mark,
tired of being omitted of her own ambitions.
happy 20th birthday ranji.
may you enjoy this day celebrating the nothingness you've turned out to be. xx
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