Melodramatis personae
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read
September 9, 2018
Today was my birthday.
It has been one of the most miserable birthdays I could remember. The last one that was this bad was during the dark days of my life when I was bullied in high school.
I don’t know where my life is heading. I don’t know why I’m even alive.
The idiot gave me a gift. It was a watch. I wanted to throw up. I wonder if they could see my hands shivering.
Even ice cream lost its taste.
I cried in the morning when I saw the right bottom portion of my lip swollen like it was stung by an insect.
I cried again when they told me the idiot was coming after all.
So much for the last single birthday of my life.
Dear God, just kill me now. Where are the fucking terrorists, murderers and bombers when you need them?
