So it's my 20th anniversary of existing on this planet.

I'm tired of it. It's monotonous, fucking hard, and only seems to be getting harder the further along I get.

20 is the year everyone stops caring, I think. Your 20th birthday exists solely to be the last birthday anyone remembers or gives a damn about.

A whole quarter of my life has gone past and I have gotten absolutely nowhere. How fucking promising.

Someone off me already so I don't end up dead in an alley, my last emotions being fear and loneliness.