sunday

7:31 am

yesterday was my birthday.

quite frankly i actually don't care very much about my birthday. i mean getting money is great bc yk money yay. but overall i don't care about anything having to do with my birthday. like i don't really like being around my relative bc they're usually annoying, loud and simply make me uncomfortable. i feel like i'm forced to do stuff or am tightly bound or restricted around them. i know i'm not im free to do many things but i just feel like i can't. i hate my family. so much. they all probably hate me too. hell i know i would.

tbh im probably going to feel a little better but for the moment i'm so aggravated. i wish i never existed. maybe that's why i hate my birthday so much. ig in a way it's a celebration of how long i've lasted without wanting to die.

lmao that sounds so emo.

so fucking tired man so tired