dorothy-cotton:

Another year passes me by.

I feel myself growing older each day, not so much aging as I am decaying. Rotting, slowly, from the outside in.

Life is pain. Life is cruel. The moment you part from your mother’s womb, you are truly alone - trapped in the shall you call a body.

And yet we celebrate birth.

Cake.

Candles.

a mockery. A monument to my torment.

dude u gotta loosen up its ur birthday omg

wanna get high

Perhaps.