watching clerks again and I assure you, were open
Being sad and alone and hated makes me want to chain smoke cigarettes and listen to punk rock
Sat by myself on a bench listening to ramshackle glory and even though I’ve never been more alone. I haven’t felt this good in a while
this week has been so hard and its only fucking wednesday. its been like so long since i last cut myself and a relapse feels so fucking close.
Once again I fuck up. Why did I do that….
I want to put a bullet in my fucking head
One cut won’t matter