Jan 9th 14'

My Birthday

Im nineteenth. 

January 9th.

Start with a warm morning.

My friends were awesome.

Later i got home.

Took the bus.

Surprises. 

Cakes and present.

I thought everything was perfect.

Until now.

The very moment. When i should be sleeping.

I miss my damn *****

My heart hurts.

U know when i have nobody i have that.

Not now.

Almost cried every time i think of it.

2 weeks.

That was how long i had it in my hands.

In my possession.

Now im doomed.

Im not happy.

Still.

The thing is, i cant do anything about it.