Dear blog.
It's funny how i just refereed to you as a friend.I did so because at this moment in life, I feel like I have not a single person in this world who is my friend.I am not yet a victim of all the cruelty that I will go through on my birthday.I will soon be though.In a couple of hours, my so called 'friends' will make my life, face and everything attached to me into a living mess.
I started all this.It started about two years ago when it was osamas birthday.Me and Hamza were really bored and our papers were coming up really soon.He was staying over at my place that night(i think).It just so happened that it was Osamas birthday.We needed to rest as i guess we were actually studying.So we decided to get a pastries and head towards his house.So it started.The torture everyone has to go through when its his birthday.Sadly, tomorrow is mine.
Happy birthday to me. ( crap)
Dear Mr.Blog
I would just like to say..
1- I swear to god I WILL notice the person who tortures me the most and make his birthday a living hell
2- Santa! I will walk all the way to you and rent a reindeer so I can take that Motherfuckers MOMA on a ride!
3- I can't wait till Umars birthday.I will so fucking take out my anger on you umar!
4- If i survive tomorrow, I will start a poultry farm and live a happy life.I'll curse these jackholes everyday for making my birthday a thing to remember.
5- I know they are at least gonna bash me twice.I hope to survive the third bashing
6-Hamza Naveed, Bilal Ahmed bhatti, umar iqbal, bilal asif, osama ifikhar, Zee, jay, ray and rest.Peace? : /
over and out
bk
Not yet a victim ( feels good)
