HaPpY Bloody 45th To...who cares.

It's Feb. 23rd, 2024, thus my 45th birthday.

One guess how well my life has been going.

Traditional pencil and marker.
I know the anatomy is off. And I don't care.
And save any of your so-called sympathy comments. None of you know me and don't really care. No one knows what I've been gone through or going through. I don't need, nor want, your patronizing. Not that anyone's going to see this anyway. They never do.

Life sucks more and more by every second. Don't pretend it doesn't. I'm not suicidal. Never worked before, why would it now? Besides, I have my parents depending on me. And I'm not about to risk their safety for my selfish needs or wants.

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