oxi re pousti mou na me moni mou sta bday mou.
en 8a to ante3o.
avrio 8a pao tesco na goraso krasi. alla nomizo en exo ID mazi mou…
8elo tous filous mou na do(?) na pame volta sti platiaaaa na nananana
gosh i feel terrible!
and the day it’s not even officially here.
8elo na kamo emetooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, pono to scapula mou je ekama je rytides.
in the middle of fucking nowhere with none one to have fun with aaaaaaarrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
kata ta alla im supposed to actually do have that someone but in my point of view it is not really working out. One more thing to worry about.
where’s the booze when u fucking need it?
yeh i can think of a zillion things to cheer me up alla i just don’t want to ok?
Am i please allowed to feel crap?
I want to stay in bed all day tomorrow
i don’t want to feel any fucking cold, i don’t want to see the sunlight, i don’t want to go to ethics and law lecture , i don’t want to go to a post mortem, i don’t want to go to abdominal x ray shit, i don’t want to say ‘thank you’ and give a fucking fake smile.
i don’t like growing old
i don’t like being away from the people that are dearest to me
i don’t like their fucking weather
i don’t like the fact that im stuck in a village
I choose not to choose happy birthday, i chose …ehm nothing?
on a happier note : today i palpated bowels that were not covered by layers of muscles.
I am pathetic aren’t i? If these shit make me happy and excited i am fucking abnormal aren’t i?