It’s 1:20AM now, I’m feeling sleepy but I can’t get to sleep.
1hr 20min passing my birthday, I’m feeling kind of terrible.
With a pack of Chipster and a bottle of Bacardi by my side.
Well, I turned 18! Shouldn’t I be excited? I don’t think so.
Am I expecting too much? I think so…
Through this birthday,
I’m thankful that I have a bunch of wonderful poly classmates!
I’m glad that I have really nice and sweet secondary sch friends!
I’m grateful that I have some really close friends to confide to!
I know that you’re still living in that corner of my life, unforgettably…
About this birthday,
Fuck! I just feel that my 18th birthday is incomplete, not an ideal one.
My brother’s missing, my friends are busy, my project deadline’s nearing.
I shouldn’t be swearing but just F basically everything!
I’m happy sad frustrated irritated Fucked up! Drink till drunk, F off!
THIS IS HOW MY 18TH BIRTHDAY’S LIKE, HAPPY?!?
I’m drunk, don’t bother!
I should be accepting, it’s my F-ing fate right?
