It's My Birthday

It's my birthday. Which means money and, most importantly, CAKEEEE! Let's just hope I don't have to remind my parents in my birthday again -_- I'd also like to thank all the people who wished me a happy birthday via Facebook, phone calls, and texts. Means a lot to me.

Kill Me

Seriously, just fucking kill me. I'm so sick of having parents that abandon me at every opportunity they see. I've got nothing in my future that I can find worth living for. I hate myself. My looks, my mind, my fucking hopeless romanticism, my dorkiness. All of it. I hate always being alone. I hate never being good enough to be someones friend, someones son or someones boyfriend. I am a scourge upon the Earth. A waste of space that was given life as some sort of fucking cosmic joke. And if I weren't such a fucking coward I'd probably end it all myself. I can't, so I shall continue to go through life alone and in pain. At this point, who cares?