Wednesday, August 12, 2015

How to remember birthdays.

Celebrating a birthday is so dumb, according to me. But obviously, not so dumb for those whose birthday is getting celebrated. I mean, who doesn't even like their birthday to get celebrated? Of course everyone does. But the concept itself of celebrating the day you're born is super dumb.

I mean, man, you just got entered into this massive ball of unfairness otherwise known as the earth! What good will it do to you, other than maybe change the way you were born originally as?

Meh, never mind. The point is, I'm here to tell you how to remember birthdays.
There's only one way:
•DON'T.

You don't have to remember birthdays. If you do, you'll have to buy them gifts. If you don't you can tell them you forgot. Simple.

Personally, I don't remember birthdays at all. Just saying.



Dammit, it's broken

Last night I found out
That I do have a heart,
One that beats with a rhythm
And one that beats for him.
People say hearts are strong,
Whereas some are brittle,
But I don't know which one is mine,
Perhaps both?
For it has suffered a lot.
Tears, happiness, and whatnot.
Why did he give me hope?
Why did he make me crazy?
Oh, why was I so blind,
To see, that the future was totally hazy?
False hopes, fake smiles,
All thrown at me without hesitation.
Whereas I'm stuttering here,
To even send a little indication.
I gave my heart away,
With a cloth round my eyes.
That there might be another face behind that mask,
I failed to realize.
Just a crush at first, only an infatuation.
Who knew, I was getting ready to die for him,
Without a little hesitation?
I knew it was the wrong path,
And before I knew, I was walking down it,
An unknown place, with an unknown fear,
Knowing there's no end to it.
Until he finally stopped, that realization hit me hard.
That I finally realized what I've done,
That I'd given everything up for a jerk,
Who tore my only heart into shards.
All the dears and the sweethearts that he'd said
Are now empty scars on my heart.
Which, dammit, is now broken.
Thanks to him, that fathead.
Also, who helped me awaken.