As usual I spent my birthday, that ended about 45 minutes ago, doing nothing. Slept till mid afternoon so I didnt have to deal with it tbh. They're depressing. They're just regular days I guess except that I know it should be more, and would be if I was a human being. But I guess it means i'm closer to dying, the only thing that will save me from this "life". Atleast I still had my drinks and opiates to tolerate the day but as I said, just a regular day. Mfw 32 and it only gets worse. You dont "live" as an ugly reject, an incel, you exist. This is not life, this is sickness.
