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.