It's called fucking happy birthday.

It's her birthday today. I congratulated her. But at the same time she has gifts on Telegram. And there are now 4 more of them. FROM HER. FROM THIS CREATURE. I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND ANYTHING. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. I'LL WRITE TO HER TOMORROW. I'LL MAKE HER TALK TO ME ON THE PHONE. I WANT TO TELL HER EVERYTHING. ABOUT HOW I FEEL. ME! NOT HER. IS THIS SO FUCKING HARD?!