b.a.s.t.a.r.d

two.

you know how when you tell your friends about how shitty your life is at the moment and then they try to have a debate about "who has the shittiest life" ? yeah, that pisses me the fuck off. no one will ever understand my life. if I could give it to you In a "metaphor" here it is.

it's like a cigarette. the ashes. my life is burnt up, used, lived. once a thing. except I'm not dead.

others would call it a "horrible stage of depression" but I'd rather call it venting. or self loathing. hey, it's not easy for me either. never has been. and so far, never will.