2016-09-02 at 3:30 AM UTC
that feel when society lets you pretty much do anything at a certain age as long as you have money
2016-09-02 at 4:47 AM UTC
It ain't the age, its the milage.
2016-09-02 at 4:54 AM UTC
I've never met anyone who doesn't feel this way about their birthday. What kind of sick fuck would you have to be to celebrate someone's birthday, even at minimum giving them a "happy birthday!" Why remind them? And yet if you don't play into that social norm, everyone thinks you're an asshole, even though you're doing them a favor.
HEY ACTOR HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
2016-09-02 at 4:59 AM UTC
It was 2 weeks ago but thanx. I still ain't turned over to 30 yet, so at least I still have that.
2016-09-04 at 3:15 AM UTC
Every year, you grow older and older and you realize that your life has gone NO WHERE. You sit looking at the computer monitor in total disbelief at what a fucking joke your entire life has been. "Where did all the years go?" you ask yourself, coming to terms with the fact that your "best years" was never anything spectacular at all and that you're going to die alone and miserable because you're a pathetic piece of shit. Happy fucking birthday.
2016-09-04 at 6:36 AM UTC
My best years were smoking meth watching the sun go up and down in fast forward , playing music so loud it scares the cats and eating and sleeping never but somehow still alive to tell the tale. It might have all been a crazy illusion but it was more blissful and fun than my entire childhood.
2016-09-04 at 3:45 PM UTC
This year was the first time in years I did anything for my birthday, and even that was sitting in a room drinking and sniffing mcat for a solid 24 hours. For the previous 5 or 6 birthdays I'd just get weed and dihydrocodeine and have a much better time by myself. God I miss dihydrocodeine. I should get some heroin
