this might have been one of the worst birthdays ever.
and what makes it worse is now I'm an adult.
it sucks.
I don't feel like one..

I regret pretty much the last 17 years of my life.
Now I'm just one more year closer to the day I die. thats how I view it i guess.
Since I'm never going to amount to anything, happy 18th birthday.


you're a fucking loser.

A huge weight is totally lifted out of me.
I have anxiety.
I'm fine with it.
Im glad to know I'm not crazy, I'm normal, and fine, with just a bit of a worrying problem.
So fuck you all who have said I'm crazy, because I have a legitimate excuse. Whats your excuse for being a bitch? Its not a chemical imbalance in your brain, its your fucking attitude.

After the holidays, I'm done eating.
I'm not fatfat, but I'm not like.. pretty. and I'm unhappy with myself.
I have to do this for myself.


oh, and Happy 18th in 11 days.
yess.