Why is it that some things are just plain hard to forget? Today, I got reminded why I hate my birthday week. ‘Hate’ may be too strong of a word but that is really my general (and honest) take on it. To be frank, what struck me the most was the fact that all of which can be and are most probably true.
I am an inadequate person who can be replaced quite easily with a so-called better version. Yes, the truth hurts but so what? & who cares if they do anyway.. We still proceed on with our lives and pretend that nothing has happened. I get it. Its life. Today even helped me realise that all over again.
Truth is, I’m tired of putting on this charade. I’m sick of being too nice and be taken for granted. Fcuk all these emotional baggage crap that came along with everything else. Happy birthday, my arse.


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