addicted to
i'm not here to win
i'm here to leave a legacy
birthdays
it's the passion that drives you
endorphins
pain
exhaustion
chasing this insane dream
perfection
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my 16th birthday cake has reminded me of how much i hate life.
now bugger off while the hopeless freak (me) wallows in self-pity. worthless idiots are indeed good to step on. go ahead, step on me.
one day, i'm going to run far far away. to an isolated island. away from home. or perhaps someone could drive a car into me then i'll either die, or at worst, get amnesia and forget everything.
if it was so much trouble for them then why did they bother. i don't care anymore. birthdays aren't fun. they're full of stress, pain and tears. it never pays to be excited about them. i thought this year was different... guess i thought wrong.
goodnight world. decomposition is so tempting.