matthewhorn93

Deny me not these dreams of insanity, To prolong the inevitable and desire to be my destiny, A way for which my passions create, An alternate pathway to my Fate. And in these dreams where passions lie, The truth is truth and those not are falsified.

You know, I've never had a great birthday. Memorable ones – plenty. But they've never stood out in my mind because they were great. Instead, they've stood out for being the day I felt the worst, the most picked on, the most humiliated. Like the time I was 7. My parents had separated a year before, and divorced roughly 2 months before my birthday. I felt awful. Any child involved in a divorce does. I had sleepless nights, plagued with nightmares that have scarred me for life, and a severe lack of confidence. But then my birthday happened. My parents would fight over who would get who on who's birthday, and then it would have to swap