Birthday, 5 massive shits, and a puke bowl bath.
Dear diary ive turned 42 today.. another year closer to the end. No visits, no calls, no celebration. Wich is ok I guess. And to top it off ive bin feeling gutted literally. I dont even know where all the pooh is coming from. Had some things planned to do in home but haven't done shit besides walking hunched and emptying myself throughout the entire day. Absolutely drained. The end.