i’ve spent the last three birthdays alone, but I’ve never had one as absolutely fucking miserable as this one
stuck in a parking lot on the outskirts of worcester; it’s cold, and I just want to put a bullet in my head bruh
happy birthday to me, another shitty day in another shitty year, hopefully, it’ll be the last
i think the cake made me sick because I feel nauseous
i wanna finish the drawing before trying to do le funny thing tomorrow, but idk if i can finish it today










