A sunny day for a birthfuckinday.

And here I am, in somebody's town, thinking about what have I done. 

Wasting my years with stupid things, talking on the phone with someone's boyfriend, eating free food at my friend's house, feeling old and lonely.

But trying so hard to reassure myself, that nothing is ever useless anyway. 

Errrgh. What am I writing here? 

Bye.