Today is my birthday. I am older than I ever thought I would be and older than I ever wanted to be. And today in my annual Xanax assisted melancholy I pondered the statements of the obnoxious few that offered pity in the disguise of bullshit compliments by telling me that I have done well despite my limitations. I was always too kind. What I should have said is "Fuck you, I have done well despite your limitations!" Still, I could have done better.
What I wanted for my birthday today was to be held until the sun comes up tomorrow.