New poem up on Hijacked Amygdala, go have a butcher’s:
It’s my birthday today. I fucking hate birthdays. Every year this day gets more and more tragic. I used to have so many friends, but have now successfully pushed every single one away, even the good ones. So where I used to have 300 people wishing me a happy birthday, I now have 3 – my parents and my mobile network provider. Blergh.
Good riddance to being 22 – I won’t miss you.
Happy Friday y’all, have a drink for me!!