i'm so fucked.
i'm so fucked beyond belief
because all i could think of yesterday as everyone i loved surrounded me was the thought of dying and the type of music i'd like to die to and how nobody would care if i went.
and, now, the day after, all i can do is cross roads without looking in the hopes that a car will run me over or do so many drugs my body fails me and i die happy.
YOU ARE READING
emotionally
Non-Fictionbasically a book where i write down how i'm feeling, throw in some really shitty poetry here and there and maybe a few songs for the hell of it. [ trigger warning ]
