I'm still up... and now the sun has joined me

21 years ago today (at this exact time, even), I was dragged kicking and screaming into this world.


It's funny how some things never change.

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Red mascara always looks like blood when you cry...


It tried to be a good day. It really did. But, in the end, it's not.



Am I allowed to quit? Just disappear from everything and not come back again? It'd be like a suicide, of sorts... since I gave up on the real kind years ago.