Feels like I’ve got no purpose at the moment

I’ve fucked up a lot of good things in my life and I’ve got way too much time on my hands right now to sit around and think ab it

I’m so fucking numb to everything anymore and I’m so tired of it

This whole living alone wasn’t too bad at first but now this shits ab to drive me up the wall being stuck with me and my thoughts.

I wanna know your story

"Fuck em where you find em and leave em where you fuck em"

Kings of Leon kinda night -aka every night

And just like that, it ended as quickly as it began.

Why do I always have to say too fucking much when I know I shouldn't