Happy birthday honey!

 For your birthday, I’m going to be a coke addict and crossdress. And then I’ll masturbate too much!  Just like you told all my friends.

And you’ll be an angel as always. 

Our friends. I know—you’ll dump them when they don’t adore you correctly. 

Good thing you’re just trying to be a good person. Imagine if you admittted to yourself what you really are. If you were honest. 

Honestly, I’m just doing my anti-depressants.  Wishing they helped with the grieving. I doubt you’ll think of me today.  But I’m convinced there’s a part of you that smiles when you recall how much pain I’m in.  

I’m certain you won’t ever help me, or anyone else  and that you blame us all. Give us some evidence to prove we’re wrong, if you disagree  


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