“One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise and came and killed those two dead boys”
birthdays are so depressing. i would rather drown myself in blankets, darkness and kisses from my boyfriend. but i suppose i will see alot of people i havent seen in a long time since i cut myself off from everything. i still dont perticualry want to socialize but whatever. birthdays are full of rejection.