In all honesty, I hated my birthday, hands down. This was the worst birthday I’ve ever had so far. It didn’t feel special AT ALL. Maybe it’s just me, but that’s just how I feel. :|
I’d rather it just be a regular day, then I wouldn’t even be disappointed.
This was a special day for me, but it just wasn’t. It was just the worst.
As I wake up, I get depressed.
Listening to sad songs, while you just run through my mind all day.
It’s wrong to think of you, I know.
But I can’t help how I feel…..
My first real love, you were my first real love.
Since freshman year, I remember like it was just yesterday.
I fucked us up. I fucked it all up.
Now I’m left with nothing, but someone who helps me forget about you.
But that’s not even working anymore because our memories replay in my mind.
I just wish you’d stop ignoring me and talk to me.