Descartes A Kant The Peter Pan Syndrome
While I was walking today, I realized I was asking myself The same questions I usually ask on my birthday:
Am I proud? Am I old? Am I mature? Am I stable? What the f..ck did I do this year? Am I better? Am I wiser? Am I successful? Am I in love? Am I sick?
Hi sweetheart Come and tell me what should I wear tonight High heels are not an option Or would you wish I changed my mind?
Close your eyes. Make a wish. Eat for me The cakes they bring to feed me to take you away But I ain't spitting you out
Why do I always cry on my birthdays? They usually suck! But today is the saddest day of my life...
The gifts! The hugs! The smiles! The presents! The ridiculous cake ceremony! Oh my God!
Hi sweetheart Come and tell me what should I wear tonight High heels are not an option Or would you wish I changed my mind?
