So yesterday was my 18th birthday.
I had 2 leftover pizza slices with one piece of garlic bread.
Spent 70% of the day alone with the dog.
The other 30% at church where only one person greeted me.
I am extremely alone.
Most would spend their birthday smiling, laughing and getting drunk off their faces.
I on the other hand, spent it trying not to kill myself.
Today is no better.
I think I'll just sleep it off...