I love Tupac so I shared a poem he wrote from his book 'The Rose That Grew From The Concrete'. How would you feel if you had options but then you learned you really don't? Love is just complicated! I then shared my poem I wrote 'Birthday Blue's', feeling like I'll always be alone for my birthday. How would you feel if you showed love to the world but the world didn't show you love in return? Birthday's are supposed to feel special, mines always feels like a regret.