Birthday

Today's my birthday.
I try to be quiet on my birthday. It means a lot this time. I survived.

I got a ring for my birthday.
I tried to get a tatto, but eventually i didn't.
I got this ring instead.

I feel very strange. I never thought i would be alive when i'm 27.
Its so strange that people stay living normally.. still..

And i feel strong guilty.. i'm glad i haven't got the tatto. Because i'm still same. Nothing has been changed. Which is very disapointed.
maybe its worse, because i can feel the world want me to be dead.
I feel like everything is the sign to me.