It’s my birthday today and instead of spending it, waking up to the person I love. I’m in bed, crying, on my own and I’ve relapsed. My birthday used to be my favourite day of the year because I got so much time with the people I love and from this year, I hate it. I’m going to dread my birthday from now on, I can feel it and I’m going to hate it. And I can’t get that out of my head. I wish I had more strength, I wish I wasn’t so messed up. 

/Sorry for the vent.