Every year you dread the day of your birth. You ask yourself, "what's the point of celebrating?" There is no point . You hate your life and everything about it . Waking up everyday is hard enough without the reminder of your existence . You're so resentful of those around you who are happier than you, but there's nothing you can do. You're nothing but a depressed loser of little importance .

Every year you dread the day of your birth. You ask yourself, "what's the point of celebrating?" There is no point . You hate your life and everything about it . Waking up everyday is hard enough without the reminder of your existence . You're so resentful of those around you who are happier than you, but there's nothing you can do. You're nothing but a depressed loser of little importance .