So that dreadful date came again: of course I’m talking about
my boss’s period my birthday.
Days before it, my teacher and I were talking about life and such and she asked me to tell her about a moment when I had been truly happy. She totally caught me off-guard, so I didn’t come up with anything at all.
After that, I have been thinking about it but with no success. Being my birthday, I was more
of a faggot sensitive to this shit than any other day. So seriously why do I feel like I’ve never been happy?
Also, I’m not an emo, a Little Monster, a nigger, a fatass, or anything else along those lines. I’m awesome and I know it, I just wish I could feel like that all the time.