I’ve officially entered the pre-birthday phase when I feel so disillusioned with everything that I strongly wish the actual birthday never happens.
There’s just nothing to look forward to, only the dawning realisation that I’ll be miserable and will be strongly reminded of how little I matter to everyone else.
Which makes me mourn the past even more bc I know that once, when I was a kid and everything was fine, I used to look forward to that date. I used to anticipate it. But that’s over now and it hurts
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