But I won’t be free,
'til I’ve made peace with never knowing,
What went wrong and was the fault in me.
Terrible 22nd. Okay, possibly the worst birthday ever. I don't really like birthdays; in fact, I think I hate birthdays. It's just another yearly reminder of how inadequate and lacking I am as a person, and as a friend. There ultimately must be a reason why all these things are always happening to me.
Alright, 6 more hours to the end of this wretched day. Toods.
