Sometimes this world seems so plastic.
Like you can just go through a day and come back home feeling like you've done nothing although you seemed to have done so much. But you know in your heart that you're still empty and nothing has changed very much. Might have grown a little, might have learnt a little, but might have crumbled a little too.
Birthdays... mean nothing. Lots of people asked what plans I have for my 21st birthday. I have none and don't want to make any. I don't even want a cake or a birthday song or candles or smiles. I would rather it be the plainest-most-ordinary-boring day of my life.
Guess what my birthday wish will be?
Why do we treat strangers so politely and well but yet treat people close to our hearts badly and take them for granted?
Like you can just go through a day and come back home feeling like you've done nothing although you seemed to have done so much. But you know in your heart that you're still empty and nothing has changed very much. Might have grown a little, might have learnt a little, but might have crumbled a little too.
Birthdays... mean nothing. Lots of people asked what plans I have for my 21st birthday. I have none and don't want to make any. I don't even want a cake or a birthday song or candles or smiles. I would rather it be the plainest-most-ordinary-boring day of my life.
Guess what my birthday wish will be?
Why do we treat strangers so politely and well but yet treat people close to our hearts badly and take them for granted?
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