happy birthday to me
Saturday, November 14, 2009
23. i hate all numbers exceeding 21, seriously.
damn all your birthday promises and wishes.
i don't know how i didn't manage to throw myself on the highway to meet a quick death. or choke to death from an overdose of medicine.
you give me so much pain, and i will never be able to forgive you.
beneath all the smiles, so still lie the terror and wretchedness you so sparingly provided to me.
i really want to stop crying for your callousness, but i can't.
because there's still the love and anamnesis in my splintered heart.
it's Saturday, November 14, 2009 now