Seems kind of ironic for an author or amatuer writer to say, right? Hear me out.
I'll be spending my birthday alone for yet another year. No friends and family who doesn't really celebrate birthdays.
I feel empty, even though i should feel absolutely happy to turn 16.
Something inside of me just feels so constricted and wrong. I want to shout and scream happy thoughts.
Something inside of me wants to cry tears of joy at the sight of the night sky.
Something inside of me feels like it's struggling to live.
Something inside of me is slowly dying.
My sense of adventure...No
My love for music...No
My wanting for companionship...No
Hope for more... Yes