somehow this birthday isn't working well for me. i am supposed to be happy--demet, for one day in a year--to be happy. but everybody's been making it hell for me. it's better to be alone. yessss. this feeling of solitude really works for me. yes, it does. however stupid it may seem.

for you, the person reading this who doesn't even know me... it's probably freaking you out. whatever. who the fuck cares what happens to me on my god forsaken birthday, right?

there's no need to try and make me happy because this is a mistake. i'm a mistake that should never have been let out to ruin your day, your world, you life--and eventually, you.

how sad. yes, right, sad. i haven't even had my lunch yet. and probably, i won't be having lunch at all. and to think i only went online 'cause i needed to see someone's work here and just to update some stuff...

and to find out...

has he already broken up with her?