I. Hate. Life.
Yet I won’t leave. I won’t quit.
Fuck you life… Even if I beat you and live until I’m 90, you’ll still kill me.
Dude that sucks.
I’m just crumbling. Again. I thought it couldn’t happen. I thought I was better…
All my fucking life is anymore is autopilot. I don’t remember or care about anything anymore. And as soon as I need someone, their gone. And now I don’t want anyone to care. Fuck why am I so confusing.
I hate talking. I wish I could stop my brain . I hate me. I hate the way I can’t control anything. Fuck fuck fuck. Shoot me.
I miss you… And I honestly wish I could walk up to you, smile, and hug like we used to… But you’ve changed.. And.., fuck.
I’m headed right back to square 1…
Those dreams where you swear it actually happened….. Holy shit. Just… Wow.
thank you . you ruined my fucking night . ruined my life. thanks .
seeing your face kills me.
