I'm having my usual birthday depression....when I over analyse thinks that happened or didn't happen in the last 365 days and my hopes and wishes I would like to achieve or change during the next 365.
Well, yeah, I don't handle it well.
I almost never think I will have another one, because I'm like I can't imagine myself being a year older than I am now, so probably a car will hit me or some other accident end me.
Well, here by I warn you, I'm not a positive person, more realistic, so the odds to be killed are higher and higher in this modern world political nightmare.
And I'm also not good making long term plans, or distant future plans because life is constantly changing, so the circumstances are changing and my calculations are no longer accurate.
I used to have vague ideas and hopes, but the few I still have all focuses on somehow getting or creating a job that pays, so I survive another year or like 'What a hell should I do to survive another year?'.
No more plans like travel and happiness.
Life is cruel, and usually takes away the things you care about the most.
I know, I know...these things make you stronger :(
But for what?
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