Fucking 16th

Never in my life have i wanted a day to end since the first second by which it started. Never in my 16 years of birthdays, have i ever wanted to not have, a birthday.

Since time is so fucking stubborn, i don't see myself re-living my (supposedly sweet) sixteenth. The day fucked itself up, like how i fucked my life up.

Wrong decisions lead to chain reactions and i'm so bloody sick of everything i'm exasperated.

And you know what? I feel like a fool. I'm sick to my stomach feeling like a bloody fool.