i cannot forget the day i turned sixteen.
it's like i've never gotten over it.

So many people just seeming to be your friend,
when in reality,
more than half of them probably don't really care that you're dead or alive.

Anybody can claim to care about you,
but in truth no one really does "love you".

i'm just wondering really.
my two really good friends birthdays are coming, should i reciprocate the love, or really try to make it meaningful for them.

i can't decide.




fuck growing up.