Lying on my back wondering where I went wrong
Fuck. I will spare everyone my real feelings. I can't eat, I can't think, I can't feel. Each second seems like it gets worse and worse and I am trying to come up for air, however it is getting harder and harder. I am not sure if I have ever felt this way before. Maybe I will use my money I have saved to go away and dream it all up again. To make things worse, like I really need that, my dog who I have had for 15 years is laying underneath my table dying. It is hard to even look at him. I am about to lose it. Fuck this, fuck me, fuck life. I going, going, I'm gone.