Hair game : werk
i miss you.
Desperate for a cigarette.
I really REALLY hate my mother sometimes. Why does she have the powers to make me feel like i should just FUCKING KILL MYSELF
Why do i always have to mess things up for myself? Sigh. People leave. But at least cigarettes and booze won’t.
i love how my life right now can basically be summed up with just two words : smoke and alcohol
holy fuck. feeling so fucking shitty today. excuse my lack of eloquence and proper articulation. My brain can’t seem to process normal thoughts right now. I’m so fucking messed up what the fuck
i feel like taking ecstasy
So fucking sick of this shit. Why do people enjoy basking in the annoyance of vague ambiguity? Sure, predictability can be a bore, but leaving a person in gut dropping suspense is like mental torture. Why can’t they be straight to the fucking point? I’ve already gave you permission to hurt me, so why not just rip off the band aid instead of dragging out the torture? What the FUCK are you doing?