It will be about 4 days till I turn 18.
Am I happy? No, not really.
Am I nervous? What's there to be nervous about, right?
Gahh.
I don't know what I'm feeling. I just don't feel like celebrating it anyway.
I just want to curl up in my room on my birthday and stay there till day is over.
Can someone explain to me why I'm feeling like this?
Never mind, I don't think I want to know anyway.
God, this kind of feeling sucks.
And...
I miss him. A lot.
I miss him more than I should.
I miss him too much for my own good.
Fuck.
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