It’s my Birthday
and I’ll troll if I want to,
troll if I want to,
Tro~ll if I want to—
You would Troll too if it happened to you; boo hoo boo hoo~
Having a great day. Awesome friends who feel me, have my back and just want to help me celebrate because the time is here. X3
If you’re about moving on and being able turn any tragedy into a softer blow—Happy Birthday fellow pre-tragedy 9/11 peeps. Post tragedy—don’t ever let this moment define your birth—it is so unrelated.Celebrate Life—don’t let shit drag you down. Acknowledge and keep going. Namaste.
Oh yeah. And remember not to bother leaving me anything if you’re offended. I know who I am and I know the point I’m trying to make. If you don’t have the balls to say it to me without ‘anonymous’ in front of your mouth—get over it and save me the ‘lecture’. I don’t have enough middle fingers.
Always remember kids, this Punkippie don’t give a what?
ALWAYS TO COFFEE. IT’S 5AM AND IDGAF
Seems I keep hearing 9/11 this, 9/11 that. Nothing positive about moving on, but the dragging, hey-lets break out the family album, light a candle and all cry about it for the tenth year in a row kind of remembering. I just want to celebrate the fucking day my mom pushed me out into the motherfucking world. So if you want to bitch because I want to celebrate when other people keep trying to drag me down when we don’t even fucking cry over Pear Harbor every year—
I’m not a ‘monster’. It’s much different than that. I understand completely about the loss and everything but you can’t tell me what tragedies in the world are worse. Sometimes claiming you’ll ‘always remember’ doesn’t help any damn body. I have a different problem coming tomorrow. It’s called
Guess whose gonna chillax—might just skip class if I can and get blazed.