Its not my birthday - yet.
Ten more days.
Just had a quick thought about birthdays as you get older -
I think the last special birthday you have is 18.
When you're 18 its the "Congratulations on Adulthood" followed by:
"Now fuck off and go get a real job in the real world"
But there's nothing real about the world here -
Our wants and desires are created by the television
Our relationships are formed by the ones we see around us
And the things we do are all based around the things we covet on a daily basis..
So while I go into this new real world
I feel like I don't have anymore time to decide if I want to continue with this or not
People see it as two options
But I see it as only one
ten more days
