Happy Birthday, Me.

25 is when your brain “fully develops”, or at least that’s what science claims happens. I don’t feel the slightest bit mature. I spent approximately 21 hours of my birthday in my room – my sanctuary. A place I retreat to because I’m a lazy fuck, and could lie on my bed while I entertain…

Happy birthday, self.

I guess I should begin by thanking people, because it’s what people do. Thank you, everyone, for the kind wishes and continual support, from people who are true, the hypocrites, and everyone in-between. It’s been a tough year, but then again, every year is tough and it’s hard to measure which is tougher. There isn’t…