How the **** did this happen?
Two decades and nothing to show for it.
Dreams unrealized.
Plans forgotten.
Every day I'm closer to dying
And I have nothing to be remembered by.
I have no one. I am no one.
Candles, balloons, cake.
They make me gag.
It's all fake.
Just a distraction from the fact that we are dying and worthless.
**** birthdays.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 10:13 AM UTC
How the **** did this happen?
Two decades and nothing to show for it.
Dreams unrealized.
Plans forgotten.
Every day I'm closer to dying
And I have nothing to be remembered by.
I have no one. I am no one.
Candles, balloons, cake.
They make me gag.
It's all fake.
Just a distraction from the fact that we are dying and worthless.
**** birthdays.