Seventeen eighteen

I didn't do anything this year. I was not significant. I just breathed. Defecated. Contributed to some views and likes. I was a real no one. I could be gone. And it wouldnt matter. Maybe you would be sad. Maybe some would say they miss me.  But not long. Really. Its okay. Life moves on they say.

I have had the best moments in my life so far.
But they seem irrelevant in the grand scheme if things. So i dont see the point of looking forward to another year. If i had all the good deeds needed and had a ticket to heaven, i would make the phone call to death myself. I am not really interested in watching the world crash and burn.

O God guide me.

Remember when i was young and wanted everything in the world. It seems so weird that she isnt here anymore.

Its a new book. This is a different writer.

Its a happy day

You are
The many
Star compilations
Painting
My dark night.

Happy day
star boy.
By
Dream girl.

Ps. You managed to listen to my one page speech without sleeping. Thats impressive!
May God bless you. Always.