Hi people.Do you really miss me?
You know,past couple of days was my birthday.Well,I usually didn't celebrate it at all before.I mean,I'm not going to have cakes,party and stuff.I'm not boring,I'm just thinking that I'm big enough to blow that fucking candles on that fucking cake because that was so fucking 10 years ago.
Last Saturday,I realized that all people were acting kind of weird because they didn't behave normally like they used to.I thought to myself,why? I talked to my friends and from their eyes I can see that get-off-from-my -fucking-face-you-manwhore! look. I went straight to my bed,earphones in,volume up,it was All Time Low time.
I woke up at midnight,alone like a dog.Suddenly,there was someone knocked on the door.I was like,who the hell? The door is not fucking locked,bitch.Just open them up.Since I don't give a damn much about my fucking birthday,guess what? History repeated itself.
I feel like I'm turning nine again.It's cool to see all of them gathering just to celebrate my birthday.I'm speechless.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY BUT I LOVE MY BOYFRIENDS!