I feel sad but I can’t cry. I can’t physically create the tears even though I feel like I could.

I’m about to face another birthday. Another year older and nothing to show for it.
There’s not going to be a party, it’s not going to be a good day. I’m not going to have a load of cards or presents, I’ll be lucky if my family remember it’s my birthday. I’ve never liked my birthday. Birthdays are about spending time with friends and family and I have neither. I feel jealous of people who do and angry because I never had a shot at a normal life.

Happy Fucking Birthday to me