We are supposed to celebrate the date of our birth, and when your birthday comes around you celebrate life in all its glory. I hate my date of birth, the Alpha of all my pain and suffering. I despise this day i downright fucking loathe it! In the grand scheme of our insignificanyly meaningless lives I am amazed at the power a date can hold. On this day I like to reflect on how much better everyone would be had this day and my birth not happened. This is not a day to celebrate its a day to mourn and may God have mercy on my soul if I am still here a year from now.
Happy Worst possible result of unprotected sex day.